Orange County ChoppersA Poem by Mary C
It's not that I'm opposed to motorcycles.
I understand your need to feel something sizable humming between your legs. I've been there myself. For tonight though, I'd love to sit in a dark corner on a leather couch and build dreams on potential, untangle our past and weave futures with our fingers. I want to deliberate on your breath and gather myself into your hands. You know, if you choose to rise to my needs, you'd have my full attention. But baby, I'm an artist, stimulated by beautiful things, I'm just not diggin' fat boys on hogs tonight. © 2014 Mary C |
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