Careening corners and skidding stops, blasting vibrations and crisp punches landed upon the ear drum. Blurs sneak deftly past, a tunnel of chaos. Floored by thumping hearts, perspiring brows, speeding their way towards the unknown. Smelling the energy, feeling the pulsating power, drugged by adrenaline, a slave to its authority. Tightly gripping the leather, touching, grasping, dearly the circle of life, that holds the line between exhilaration and decimation. Controlled explosions masked by glitz and shine, sexual curves and lines cover rippling muscles, defined by bold geometry. Angrily snorting, huffing and puffing, tensed for the thrill; chills down the spine, masterfully advancing toward the finish line. The machine absorbing the intentions of the commander, becoming a vessel of the masculine hormonal urges. A machine no more, as the vital fluids rush throughout the pipes, feeding the angry eyes that shine wide ahead, illuminating the night. Second by second, minutes pass; two sets of eyes in unison, devouring each other, devouring the night, the road, the rubber, leave no trace.
How fun!
3 comments:
commas rule! niiiice
made me think of that song by cake... some band should hire you to write trippy lyrics
It appears that you have stopped writing if not thinking. May be it is worth writing automatic. I will like to follow.
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