• achilies_3 7w

    She twisted the throttle note 50 to 60
    through a fog drenched woods
    with roads all misty
    it was 7am with an early bright
    seated behind on the pillion seat
    I never heard my machine
    sound so sweet
    for her hair brushing against my face
    it was true that even a beast
    could hum a melody neat

    ©achilies_3