Curved Ode

Love of a curve that moves my soul
Pushing the bike to its' limits
Flying the road of black charcoal
Riding hard escaping as bandits

Fender so graceful, pleases my eye
Curved and carved from metal strong
Strategic chrome strip shining nearby
My eyes hear your exquisite song

Her shoulder exposed in it's tender shape
I long to grace it with my kiss
My hand to touch its' soft landscape
This lovely curve of my princess

The curves in life are so very pleasing
Whether riding or loving her
Either way it sets me beaming
As we gaze or ride into the sky azure