An old relationship...

We hadn't spoken for months. Today, though, I went out of my way to see her. I found her sitting there, looking a bit out of sorts. I could only hope that she would speak to me after so long. I walked her out to a nice sunny spot where we could work things out. It took some coaxing, but after a bit, she finally spoke. She sounded like she was choked up, but I expected as much. I promised her a nice hot bath and to take her shopping for something pretty to wear. After that, her voice cleared and she sang a beautiful song for me. I touched her in that familiar way, and she felt good in my grip. I held her tighter and her voice rose, letting me know was ready for more. We came together, me over her, she between my legs. I held her even tighter with both hands, twisting her in my grip. We began to move. To move like we had when we were last together. The more I twisted her the faster we went--her voice ringing out sweet and steady, oblivious to anyone who might hear. As I ride her once again, I rediscover the joy and peace that comes with a motorcycle.