My motorcycle

I look at her 
with all her curves
Can't  wait  
to ride her this weekend
 
Weekend is here 
No time for beer 
Need to get my ass to her 
 
There she is
With a wicked smile
 
I insert my key 
And give her a crank
She doesn't disappoint
As she heats up
And We pause
To enjoy the moment.
 
I put my hands on her throttle
To let her know 
we're ready to go
She reacts  
with a loud rumble 
So responsive to my touch
I hammer down 
on her throttle 
She bites the pavement with her toes
Heated rubber on the road
Accelerates faster,and faster
Oh man this is out of control.
 
We hug the curves all through the night  
Left, and right , left and right
 
 
Time doesn't exist when I'm on her
We move as one all through the night
Connected by sweat,leather and rubber.
 
Man I love being with her.