Night before Christmas
The night before Christmas
Done with working and riding for the day
Just pondering things a little risque
The Springer is locked up tight in the shop
Back from a romp down the sweet blacktop
Three fingers of whiskey take the edge off the extremes
Hoping for visions of chrome and Biker Babes in my dreams
Out of the silence came a crash
“What the hell !”
Grabbed my 44 and took off in a dash
I looked out the window to see what had happened
The shop was lit up, like Time Square a blazoned
Peeking in the window I couldn’t believe my eyes
One of Santa’s little helpers was playing with my ride
I slipped in the shop and enjoyed the view
She said “Come on in, our fun is overdue”
Leather black hair and ruby red lips
A candy striped bikini setting on her hips
Making love to my springer, stroking the chrome
She smelled as sweet as raw honeycomb
As her top fell away perky breast she was showing
this all led to my excitement growing
A scantly clad Santa helper for my bidding
What a Christmas Present I was getting
As we mounted the springer and headed out in to the night
She whispered “Merry Christmas to all, and a fun ride to you”
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