The purring thunder of your bass like chrome
Pipes electric impulses deep to my bones
A hypnotic trance that takes me places
Wind in my hair and passing faces
The smell of leather wafts passed my nose
Nostrils flare at my engines prose
Oh the vibration seeps deep to my soul
I eagerly mount you and my high is to roll
I am a hog at heart a pig for power
Like the iron horse, it’s a Road King’s tower
William and Arthur admired my ride
Their wit has conjured the legacy of pride
The old Indian sits in a garage somewhere
Dying to get out and let the wind in his hair
The shiny reflection of a gas junkies dream
Mountains grow larger as I cruise their ravine
Approaching home with my high now low
Her moans now cry as her pistons now slow
The key to her heart now is removed
She is now quiet and a cease comes to our interlude.
Pipes electric impulses deep to my bones
A hypnotic trance that takes me places
Wind in my hair and passing faces
The smell of leather wafts passed my nose
Nostrils flare at my engines prose
Oh the vibration seeps deep to my soul
I eagerly mount you and my high is to roll
I am a hog at heart a pig for power
Like the iron horse, it’s a Road King’s tower
William and Arthur admired my ride
Their wit has conjured the legacy of pride
The old Indian sits in a garage somewhere
Dying to get out and let the wind in his hair
The shiny reflection of a gas junkies dream
Mountains grow larger as I cruise their ravine
Approaching home with my high now low
Her moans now cry as her pistons now slow
The key to her heart now is removed
She is now quiet and a cease comes to our interlude.
This was so fun and I absolutely loved it. My husband's bike has great thunderous pipes and sold us on that particular bike-haha!
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