Summer Romance c. 2008

motorcycle romance

Dandelion dust danced a waltz quietly on the golden air slicing through the tree leaves ahead. As we pitched forward from V-twin torque, the feathers pushed warp speed into our helmets that made talking impossible. Didn’t matter. I was crushed into him, straddling a stranger, arms wrapped tight around his chest, hands resting on his stomach that twitched every time I was propelled into his back a little harder. I watched his hands rev the engine as we raced through the tree-lined course, dipping left, then right, then a long straight away where the engine hummed and percolated underneath us.

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