Get-On…Get Off

[Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn]

Get-On…Get Off
In my dreams…the switch is turned on
She and I removed our helmets
We kissed while we rolled-on in first gear
Released our cruise controls
Played freeway tag, touching each others rear
Changed lanes in and out and around each other
Weaving foreplay
Downshifted into the mating game
I watched you ride as if you were tight on a pole
Work that ride baby
Your intake make me comes on hard
Hot road underneath us
We sweat in our leathers; it’s well oiled down there
In my dreams…we hit the open road
A smile flows from your eyes, from behind your visor
I admire your paint job as we roll side by side
My vision is not blurred…from going as fast as I can
You accelerate into every corner
You pass me, and I draft into your backside burn
I’m on your tail…I mean trail…as the sway of your hips is a magnet to my engine
I hit the throttle
My front-end is up in the air, and it doesn’t seem to want to come down
You know I’m showing off
But you love my confidence as I pull in behind you
And my big motor runs good, because you put the fuel in it
I slow down
There’s a funny liquid on your tail…I mean on the trail…
You bring your RPM’s up, again
I enjoy knowing, you are having one for the road
After you have finished vibrating…shaking, and decelerating
We both drop down to first gear again
Remove our helmets
Kiss while rolling side by side
Cruise on into the sunset
At last light
We put our kickstands down
And sleep for awhile
In my dreams… the switch is turned to get off

@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn, art by S. McCallum cr@2005