The Ride, by Tia Tormen


The Ride
© Tia Tormen

Restless, my lissome beast quivers beneath me
Eager to journey
Eager to please

Tense, my thighs grip her body
She is loosed
She is inflamed

Breezes cool, feather lightly
tasting new scents
touching on secrets

The road beckons forward
Hearts beat strident
Breaths gasp fierce

The throttle opens wide
Sinuous curves yield
New heights wait

Her roar envelops me
We are abandon
We are wanton

A vista bursts before us
Swathed in bliss
Tremors envelope

Content, my beast purrs beneath me
Satiated . . .

As I

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