Leather-clad you sit astride
My curvy form you long to ride
You're on the edge, I keep you there
The rubber boots I always wear
You crave my touch, to taste my heat
I feel your hands, your thighs, your feet
My button thumbed, my inner fire
Roars anew, feeds your desire
You check your straps, you pull them tight
You blink in to the fading light
You know I�ll give you what you like
I'm after all, your motorbike.
