riding thru the starlit night,
cruising on this Harley Davidson killer machine,
black and sleek,
like a giant panther seeking its prey;
he is the king;
hanging on tight,
becoming one with the man,
becoming one with the road and stars,
her soul is his soul,
their soul is the hammer of pistons and gears;
she is the queen;
king and queen of darkness,
of heaven, hell and earth,
the ocean surf pounds the rocky beach,
the sweet smelling smoke fills their minds,
sea and land come together,
their world is that of endless time,
swirling, whirling tides of pleasure,
changing shades of darkness and light,
shifting, blowing desert sands.
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