Heat

She rode her motorcycle’s heat
between her legs from an engine
throbbing
like constant thunder.

The frame and the ride were hot.

She shivered like a dangling shoe on the end of a naked foot.
She pointed her knees at men she found interesting.
The exposure to the frisky wind
and throbbing engine
were like a million hands fondling her thighs.

She never walked the same again.

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