when first i laid eyes on her
all stretched out on the floor
i knew i had the means at hand
and i was gonna score
...
decked out in black and silver
with just a touch of gold
her seat in hand stitched leather
a black chain slung real low
...
sweet lord she made me lusty
i had to have this bitch
she'd snared me with that classic look
the one that makes you itch
...
i did my best to turn her on
she's one cold-hearted whore
i kicked her 'cause she likes it rough
she laughed and begged for more
...
i stuck my finger up her pipe
and snuffled at her dew
then slid my hand across her seat
and snuffled at that too
...
i rubbed my crotch all over her
she didn't seem to mind
and mounted her from either side
and even from behind
...
i'd never paid for one before
i feel i must defend
i rode her hard and made her scream
she hurt me in the end
...
i've never felt a tail so soft
she's just turned twenty one
i think i'll go and pump her full
and take her on a run
...
dedicated to the leper
my 1984 harley davidson soft-tail
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