Harley Momma

Please don't tell me you ride a bike...NO WAY???

Well..I'm terrified of them but..my local pub has a charity event every year where the bikies...I'm talking older guys here..collect toys and whiz around Perth distributing them to hospitals...I jusy happened to be outside having a cig one night admiring a particular bike (I do love to look at them because...they are serious pieces of machinery) and the rider offered to put $100 dollar in the charity if I rode pillion with him...I seriously couldn't do it but...I put a hundred bucks into the charity for my fear....I did go around the carpark on his bike by the way...that's when I decided NO WAY!!!

Your poem reminded me of this..I'd totally forgotten about it!!! LOL!

I love your mind, you are so creative.
Every line is oozing with imagery... just wows me.
I really like how you incorporated the song in here, it works perfectly.

Shoooot...this poem is so Hot! Dear God...I love Harleys, I never feel sexier then when Im on my boyfriend bike and everyone just starrressss at us lol..however, its amazing how this poem is turned way sexual than just a lady on a harley...your creativity amazes me daily.