A cool august morn

On the back of his bagger
We point out of town and go

Him in his sexy leathers
Me in my red thigh high boots

We head for a town called nowhere
He gives the throttle a twist
We ride past civics and hummers
Every ride should be like this

I hold on to his belly
And smell his maleness against my face
He reaches back and rubs my leg
Together this is our embrace

We both know winter is near
With it's snow and it's crystal ice
But we look at each other and smile
Because
We just had another
Great ride!




Tammy