Riding the wind

I hear an engine growling down the street,
excitement runs though me like electricity.
Finally, he's here!

You kill the engine infront of my door,
Take off your helmet and smile at me.
Your long hair, flying in the breeze.

Patting the back seat you tell me to get on,
Sliding my leg over, I position myself,
Helmets in place, you start the engine with a roar.

Gripping you tightly with hands and knees,
We set off down the road.
Vibrations from the bike run though me,
exciting me more and more.

The wind rushing over my body,
is like nothing I felt before,
your powerful arms, control the bike
as we hit the first bend.

My heart races as we go faster,
feelings of pure joy as I ride behind you.
Everyone stops and stares as we drive past
for it is a wonderful bike.

You reach over and pat my knee
asking if Im ok.
I reply that Im ok, can we go faster?

You open the throttle and the bike surges forward,
Its just you, I and the road, not a care in the world.
The ride is soon to end as we near our destination.

You stop the bike and we get off.
You kiss my lips and ask if I enjoyed it.
A smile is plastered to my face as I giggle.

There are no words to describe that feeling.
Pure adrenalin running through every vein.
To ride a bike is like riding the wind.