Naughty Little Wink

Her arms around his waist felt good,

He felt strong as did the powerful engine of the Harley,

Purring between both of their legs.

And the wind that combed through her hair,

And ruffled the hem of her thigh high dress,

Felt of freedom and sexy and good.

And when they stopped for fuel,

The workers of the day were there,

In their muscled physiques and grease stained jeans,

To grab a bite and a coke.

She slid from that bike, and enjoyed the wanting,

In the eyes of those hard working men,

As they nodded and smiled at each other.

She mounted back up, letting her dress rise just so,

And in leaving wrapped her arms round her man.

As they pulled from the pump, she turned and looked back,

With a smile and a naughty little wink.