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Gathering her speed through my dreams,as eyes close she breeches again and again,the barriers of my subconscious never there,she has always roamed fre..
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A collection of my own personal thoughts and emotions of how I feel when I ride!:)
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I have a moment to steal,no crunch time, cruise time.I hop on, legs wrapped around my lover's waist,leaning back into the sissy bar.Today, this time, ..
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A motorcycle does a lot for a soul. The freedom of no constraints.The way it feels to relax and cruise. The way it makes you feel vulnerable but large..
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I straddle over her smooth black leather,still cool from the morning air.I slide back, positioning myself, just so.She stands erect and I use my stren..
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Starting with a whoosh...The breeze becomes silent,not a crinkle of a leaf,nor a rustle of a bush.Just the...Whoosh!Yet,everything is moving,the leave..
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Surviving Domestic Violence The How, The Why, and The Truth.Hekilled me. A term I do not use in the literal sense of aphysical death. But justMe, the ..
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My strength to stand is wavering.The world becomes condensed.My thirst never to be quenched.Smacking back the lack of moisture,a raspy breath,rattling..
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My strength to stand is wavering.
The world becomes condensed.
My thirst never to be quenched.
Smacking back the lack of moisture,
a raspy breath,..
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Thoughts
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