Post by MichaelFirewalker on Feb 26, 2008 16:20:15 GMT -5
she’s a lanky-legged outlaw
seekin’ the sun
her leather flows black
a dangerous one
long hair down her back
red gold in the wind
she’s strawberry honey
tastin’ of sin
who gracefully straddles
her silver ghost hog
then rocks in its saddle
a free show for fun
as she cruises your city
passin’ the cars
guys think she’s pretty
their women see stars
but she cares not at all
what others might say
just sits that bike tall
let’s come who may
‘cause she craves that low rumble
between her strong legs
and she’ll give you a tumble
she’ll teach you to beg
as she grips you astride
hard hope will soon crumble
when she crushes your pride
leaves you bleedin’ and humbled
and pleadin’ for just one more ride