The love that originated in itself

 obsession  —   instantly
                connection  —  desire

they knew
            happy end
 

 — O my Lover Demon ,
                I have wanted you
since we were born in shadow
      It takes forever
    for you to touch me
    like I wish you would
Your breath on my neck . . .
                let’s hold each other tightly
and pray for little death*. . .

One life’s beauty
another life’s mystery
                perfect the illusion
                equal
in desires
              —   Two!

He was in her
and safe was she*

      The love
that originated
in itself
  —  a dangerous game.

We rides with pride in the wind
We the riders is an eternal road
                —  Freedom’s a Harley
spin away
       from monotonous
reality.
               Each year is an awesome story,
high-octane courage gives our speed,
                it's in our 's blood, a timeless creed
on the fast coast road to glory.
There is only this moment
                —      crackling spark of fire,
carried in an eye, burning
                with inferno's heat.


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 Black samurai.