Whose Face is Hiding Here
October 17, 2008
Written By: Rose Marie Rideout

Romance and leather was his way of life;
He took a bike of steel over some wife.
He rode her hard and loved her long,
His Bike His love, how could he go wrong.
Dressed in black, he’s a sexy man,
The women look and scream damn,
They say he could ride me hard and long,
With a man in all leather so handsome and strong.
His scent they’d smell all through the night,
This sexy guy could do all things right.
He’ll share what he has that’s hard and hot,
This steel frame his bike is what he’s got.
He’s a really smooth talker,
With a heart made of pure gold,
Looks pretty fine and sexy in his leathers,
For his age I am told.
Forget the candles and the fancy wine,
On the back of his bike, is how you’ll dine.
No money wasted in fancy clothes,
No time for those who snub their nose.
He’s a real cutie even in his disguise,
In his leathers he’s the envy of most guys.
He’s got an eye for a real a beauty of night,
all dressed in black on the back of his bike.
Tell me do you know him,
Have you seen him around your home,
Whose face is hiding here,
Behind this full faced dome.