A dream of a ride.

To feel the wind whipping my hair into a manic frenzy.
To have the vibrations go through me with thoughts of being naughty.

To feel the cool metal between my thighs.
To do something I know is unwise.

To dodge bugs left and right.
To be able to hold him tight.

To feel leather gently caress my skin.
To see his sunkissed face as sweet as sin.

To smell the fresh air mixed with grease.
To never want the ride to cease.

To taste the exilaration on my tongue.
To grab the joy he has brung.

To fly through the air at the break of dawn.
To do donuts on my ex's lawn.

To wait for the dream to come true.
To know my chances are very few.