Ride Her the Distance

She drives the length, curves and my thighs grasp her.
We move left and glide together like a ski on the white powder.
She makes a sound and purrs as pressure is put on throttle.
The sensation pulses through my inner legs up to my sides then… a small cramp.
Ride her hard and fast, curvaceous, and well built made before the millennium.
Shimmering, exquisite and what a set of grips she has.
Liquid juice brings energy to her parts and she hums
like an adolescent boy sitting at the stand at cheer leading practice.
Is it a one night stand or just kick up the kick stand and straddle her.
What direction or distance? Go the distance and ride hard.

Barbara Panos

Archived 08/02/2010