Addicted to Speed (They went past the limits again and again!)

by Bear

It's a single point in the landscape

that catches our eyes -

slowly meandering across

slick surfaces.

Exquisite silence is felt inside

even as the warm winds

blow across blue skies -

casting pale pink

and dusty rose

as fleshy tones.

The scent of intangible wonder

mixes in with the danger of the moment

as hidden hands find their way

into the hot pockets of flesh

covered by cool leather.

Every touch

serving to notch up the moment

with infinitesimal desire.

As the touch becomes slower,

the desire to speed ahead climbs higher, until a blinding whiteness

obviates all else,

and all that is important

is the cool touch

of the real rider

of this sleek machine.