She presses her face next to my ear.
My God she smells so sweet.
She tucks her legs in tight against me,
And her blonde hair behind her ear.
Her cherry red fingernails grab at my leather,
She holds on for the dearest of life,
and whispers to me, but I cannot hear her,
As we peel out of that downbeat, dead-end town.
The blacktop pours into the canyons of Hell.
My iron steed and lantern guide the way.
We roar down the highway, away from it all,
And we never once look back.
She plants a kiss on my shoulder.
My God she feels so right.
She presses her body tight against mine,
Her blonde hair lightning in the sky.
We tear through valleys of tall dark shadows,
And ill-whispering hollows of trees.
She shivers against me, my banshee queen,
As the darkness gives way to the light.
On the edge of the mercurial sea,
The moon dances out on the waves,
Her cherry red fingernails grab at my skin,
As she presses me back into the sand.
Her blonde hair splashes over my face,
As she bites her bottom lip and cries out,
A rebel yell into the wild night,
With her white hot skin, naked and aglow.
The curse of love, this poison on her lips,
Sealing my fate with her own.
My hands press hard on her slender hips,
Her back arches, my siren on the shore.
She collapses upon me, her body steaming,
A passion cooling off in the night.
By the light of the moon, an unspoken pact,
That we’ll never again go back.
We’ll never again go back.
The ride of my life. Sex, motorcycles and the endless sea at night.