Girls and Hogs

I like chicks on bikes,

Girlish ones, with pigtails

Flaring out of hard-headed


Sleek and slight

Curvy bodies


A piston-pumping



Vibrating every inch

Of her


Delicate but deceivingly strong,

Taming the hardness,

The danger

Caressing just under

Her buttocks.


She strokes the throttle

And lets it explode

Down the road.


If sex be an addiction,

I gladly succumb to it

Only wishing to be a

Hog between some

Girlish-driving legs,

Her tempting hands

Squeezing and letting go,

Gripping and commanding

My trigger.