Harley Davidson

What a ride?
Traversed upon his throne made of polished chrome nothing between up but soft well designed leather;
As the suns energy tepid the flowing breeze warming my senses and the pavement left behind
Nestled against the vigorous man as he conquers the power beneath him;
Endorphin flowing through its subsistence
as you experience its energy beneath
as each unspoken journey unique and
extraordinary for words unspoken;
No comparison to the Harley Davidson
that rules the highways;
They're a one-of-a-kind well-crafted machine!

By Judy Barnes-Snyder
Published: 12/3/2005
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