dream ride

With my cookset on back
I sped off down a trail
Any trail, just feedin the stoke

I follow the river north
Suburban roads play out before the real trail begins
Ruts, wrinkles & sprays of gravel 
Evole an state of arousal
we mount a hump of road
pulse quickening as we rise up, up
eyelids involuntarily flutter I'm the wind 
screw the throttle down hard to set the engine on throb mode
the whole juggernaut pulsates up the crack of this sweaty arsed hill
vibrations rise from deep in the gut, 
grip the bars firmly as we roll over 
the world set spinning as we run down from the climax
wind cool on your chest where  ecstacy rises
the exhaust note lowers to a  low chuckling rumble 
satisfied. its enough to let her roll down find her own way ahead





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