I sneak out to share the early dawn and softly close the door behind me, as if to guard our affair.
A swirl of steam twists lazily from the coffee in my cup, rising through the still, sweet scented, cool air of the morning, to vanish into nothing.
I stand gazing at her flowing lines and feel that tension. My finger tips slide through the Dew that lays heavy on her skin like the sweat after a passionate embrace.
Behind me, the highway that calls to us both runs just behind the trees. At this early hour it lays nearly silent.
The trees that shroud the narrow road will hear us rumble under their branches. Like the sensual writhing of lovers, we lean through the bends that wind along the coastline. Man and machine will revel in the joy that is two wheels in the wind on an open road.
Today belongs to us. It is ours and ours alone.
We'll roll together with No one to own our time, our route or our destination.
No one to decide... but us...
Along the way we'll stop here and there to just sit quiet together and take in the visions and the scents. To rest and just breathe slowly, soaking up the life that is our freedom...
... and then we'll continue on.
I'll grin with lust as she dances and weaves across the landscape, thundering back her love of the wind.
A strange blend of metal and man...
... The perfect antidote for a world that seems to have lost its mind.
I am forever in love with a machine.
Grab Your Handles and Ride
It makes me want to get out and ride this morning instead of heading to work. Sigh.
Aaaaahhhh, so beautiful, this sexy love of person and machine.
I feel her soul, kiss her goodnight, and pet her when she saves my ass.
I couldn't love my Katie more. I had no idea I could love this way. Let alone love a machine. Such a lovely machine with such a gorgeous soul.
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