Motorcycle Madam

All curves and leather, spokes and chrome,

  She stood behind the door;

Seducing me to climb aboard

  And stroke her piston core.

Aspirate her intake valve

  And lubricate her cams;

Flood her carburetor like

  Katrina did the dam.

Peg the gauges's RPMs,

  Feel her trembling quake;

Commanding each responsive sigh

  WIth throttled give and take.

Dormant through the winter months,

  Frigid she has grown,

Pump her full of fuel and sparks

  And listen to her moan.

Ride the wind upon her sighs,

  Awaken laten dreams;

Guide her through the arching skies

  And listen to her screams.