Never to be kissed by the biker kiss.
Sorely promises of interludes filled with windward breeze.
Softly against the pale skin of the white woman lady remington.
Filled no doubt with somber misgiving of unfilled nights and lonely wind filled days...
Time stops for no one as we ride the windward waves, laughter filling our souls and timid treasures from the Sun God Helios.
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Hello Rene,,
A great day in Reno to Ride
Probably where you are too
A day to forget that we have way to much to do rorget the business of life and get on the bike.
We need to cover more ground, we need more than a hike feel and hear the primal urges, the motor the vibration sense the mountains, the trees, the people the nation,its calling me, i cant wait to join the celebration, ahh to have a nice woman i connect with for some exciting anticipation
enjoying what nature gave us,,, a great communication more primal urges, more feast for the senses a great day to ride, and not experiences fences.....
Writing poety now,, must be Spring,,,
Inspired by Lady Remington....
thanks.
Rich
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Enjoyed your poem... keeep writing...
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