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08-13-2007, 01:53 AM
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It breathes
It makes you ache, way down deep, where no hand can touch, no thought can move...
Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your heartrate increases, your palms itch, & grow moist, as do other secret places... You lightly caress the cool metal, the rougher leather, feeling the sensual smoothness under your fingers, & resist the urge to grasp it somewhere tightly & feel the strength run up into your arms... Yet it sits. Waiting. Lost, Lonely, Alone. This is not the right time.. This moment is not yours to seize, & fondle, touch, hold... The lingering glances speak volumes, eyes partly shut, a ghost of a smile upon your lips, memories of many kinds stirring your pulse. The doors close. You walk away. Til later. 
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08-13-2007, 04:24 AM
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Re: It breathes
Sweet...
After a few steps I think to myself....why not? I turn around and go back into the garage. I ease the door up I sit on her and feel the steel beneath me. My heart starts to thump. I back her all the way down the drive way I point the pipes down the street so as not to awake my babies With a push of the button I feel whole again The Evo doesn't need much warm up and I take advantage. Left foot up and drop......it's all over now, down the road. Betty breaks out onto the the fresh laid blacktop to Galveston. Sunday night And we are alone.....like it should be. I love her.
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08-13-2007, 06:37 AM
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Re: It breathes
She rumbles in my throat, making my mouth dry
The scents float past my tongue, teasing, tantalizing, tormenting. My back is straight, my arms loose, control is mine I relinquish it unwillingly, & none shall take my seat. Emotions run high; there are no words to describe it. She is my pasion, my excitement, my fury. She responds to the slightest whisper, sendign chills down both our frames. The end is drawing near & I hold that much tighter to prolong it, as much as I can. My reluctance is palpable, My shoulders are tense, my muscles tight My jaw clenches, trying to wring that last bit from each of us, Hating to let her go, I slump in the seat, tired out, Spent, Satiated for the moment....
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08-13-2007, 08:05 AM
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Re: It breathes
It's his first time, he straddles the beast....anticipation...fear......he isn't sure. I put his feet on the crash bars and tell him to hold on.
He grips the low slung wide bars with trust in me. I fire her off and we hit the road. I put Betty in first gear and he jumps....scared to death until the wind hits his face. As we ride I can smell his excitement. Every gear brings more joy to him....I blip the throttle......He yelps with joy. That's right, my sons first ride...another biker is born. God Bless Texas
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