Slipping into her jeans
Stuffing her feet into her boots
Yanking the heavy sweater over her head
The need to be free, the urge, yen and desire
Running strong through her today
Longing to climb upon her bike
Allowing her hair to fly loose
Screaming with the power of then engine between her legs
The wind caressing her face like an old lovers hand
The creak and groan of her leather as she moves, sweet music to her ears
Standing now in the cold empty garage, staring at the space where her bike once stood
Turning away with a tear in her eye, hands crammed into her pockets
Climbing into his truck, its just not the same, cranking the music
Window down, cigarette dangling from the corner of her lip
Smoke curling around her head like a wreath as she sings along with the song
The cold air rushing in, touching her face, shaking her from her reverie
Driving along up to the farm, knowing he's there waiting, coffee ready, fresh from the shower, smellin all clean and yummy
Pulling into his drive way, truck's gentle rumble alerting him she's there
He comes out the door, coffee in hand, as she climbs out of the truck
Smile on his face, as he pulls her in close, burying his nose into her hair
Mornin my lil snugglebunny, he mumbles into her hair, she breaths his scent in deeply, as she mumbles, don't call me that you big jerk
He laughs, you know you are my lil snugglebunny, and you know you love when I call you that
She laughs, yeah I do, hand in hand they walk together into the house
That longing for freedom, gone now, knowing deep inside that she is already free

Loved it g/f