Motor Cycle Kat’sina
Lusty leather thighs—they look to be just my size...
just my sighs...
Out the door.
Where do you go motorcycle lover—undercover?
The world awaits
Tempt the fates
It is yours laid upon the platter
Does it matter
How much
A touch for free... see.
It slips or slides... glides
Guides the pieces to engage the mage
Wisdom for the free...
Your gods
to thee
are kind.
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