Mystery is mine he casually said
Never to know the real truth
Intrigue is replaced instead
The guessing games ensued.
Whether he is the man he says
And believes in what he conveyed
Or playing a game of sexual play
Just to mess with her anxious head.
Loving of the bike and friends
Was way more important to them
Feeling the bugs hit their teeth
With their big ass silly grins.
Together with a bond of metal
Hitting the unforeseen path
Not knowing where they will go
Just knowing they will get there fast.
Harley is in their blood to stay
With prestige between their legs
Checking out the sidewalk babes
And approving with each other.
Devious smiles and freedom of
The untamed Harley Riders
Knowing they own the world
And nothing else matters.
They are the gold on the road
Of summer guided paths
Destined to find the bond of other
Without even looking back.