Motorcycles & Leather Jackets

 

She’s got that air of innocence about her

Bad Boy leather jacket and denim jeansUntouched, untainted

Draws all the bad boys in.

 

The bad boys? You know the ones,

Motorcycles and leather jackets,

Cigarettes and black ink tattoos.

 

And even worse than that

A fickle charm they possess

A good girl they desire, in a pure oh so white dress.

 

She swears she’s not naive –

I know better than that, she says.

The motorcycle stops outside her house.

 

The leather jacket rings the doorbell

The black ink reaches for her face

And nothing happens.

 

But he held her gaze for the longest time.

 

 

woman moto wheel stand

 

By Anna Mendes, Dec 2013
Hello Poetry

 

There doesn’t appear to be a copyright on this, however I am attempting to contact Anna for her tick of approval. 

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Motorcycles & Leather Jackets

She’s got that air of innocence about her

Untouched, untainted

Draws all the bad boys in.

The bad boys? You know the ones,Motorcycles and leather jackets,Cigarettes and black ink tattoos.And even worse than thatA fickle charm they possess
A good girl they desire, in a pure oh so white dress.She swears she’s not naive –I know better than that, she says.The motorcycle stops outside her house.
The leather jacket rings the doorbellThe black ink reaches for her faceAnd nothing happens.But he held her gaze for the longest time.

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