every time I approach the big red beast

shivering as it lets rip it's throaty roar

as if eager for some approaching war

Though been done far too oft to count

excitement still grips as I approach my mount

with her heat throbbing between my thighs

I set out to reconquer my gorgeous prize

Today I'm offered her most precious gift

she promises my low spirits to lift

with an exhilaration guaranteed to work

my scowl replaced by irrepressible smirk

Together to the country we swiftly fly

enviously watched by an unclouded sky

my hidden lips pursed in now perpetual smile

as we so gracefully cover yet another mile

Sweeping around long invigorating curves

passing all others with delicate swerves

bonded together as if we were just one

not wishing the moment ever to be gone

The engine growls from the power it packs

belying the fiction that a life it lacks

there is no organic form that I could like

quite as much as I do my big red motorbike