Revved Motors

Strap me to the back of your bike
Don’t even think of taking it slow.
I’ll hug your curves and rev your motors,
I’m willing and waiting and ready to go.
I want to feel the heat of the engine
As it trembles through my skin.
Let it clear out my cobwebs
And erase where I’ve been.
I’m not scared,
It’s only pain.
If we wipe out and rip our skin
I’m already ready to climb on again.
The skin on my face gets a dusty burn
As my body echoes yours on every sharp turn.
I’ll be good,
My hands are settled.
I’ll try to control them
Exploring your metals.
Maybe someplace quiet,
Someplace totally hidden.
Somewhere no one’s touched
Where the ground isn’t ridden.
You’ll climb off
You can stare at me.
I’ll let you bare my skin
And bruise it excruciatingly.
I’ll kneel upon your seat
With my head down in the gear.
From your place, standing over me,
Take your full access to my rear.
Long legs, stretched over your handles,
I’ll stay still as long as you wish.
Rake me with your hands,
Pierce me like I’m a fish.
I’ll hold any position
You can perform any deed.
Just keep your hands landing harder
Keep coming at me full speed.