Leather And Chrome

Green eyes and radiant long blonde hair

Black leather covering her skin so fair

A perfect sculpture seated on her throne

She reigns upon custom paint and chrome

A man would sell his very soul for this queen

Please ride with me on my shining machine

For her grace he will lie, deceive, and steal

Shiny things of life to the princess do appeal

She has caused his ride to be fast and hard

Looking over his shoulder, always on guard

Pleasing her has put him to the extreme test

Ending with a lawman’s bullet in his chest

Handing her the key to his shining iron steed

Not even that could quench her burning greed

The Biker has ran out of breath and good road

Angels of leather and chrome have taken him home

© 2008  Jerry Sawinski / Biker Jer