Harley
Pressure 34
black it stroked the road,
pawed,
the virgin beast spewed.
She held tight, the turning wheel,
feeling, wanting more.
Something.
Pressure inside to fill that space,
To rub against,
To feel, held
between thighs.
Riding
Deeper into paradise
Peter, I really love motorcycles... This piece also has a lot of sensual energy (which I've always attributed to a motorcycle ride). ;-)
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