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Two of a Kind

She was a heavenly holy rocker
He was a steaming sex machine
There was no part of ecstasy
That they hadn't already been
They spoke without words
Read each other's mind
In this world of opposites
They were just two of a kind

He was a devoted Harley rider
She was his pillion riding bitch
All they owned was that hog
But in their minds they were rich
And they lived with a passion
Set each other on fire
Just with a certain glance
And their endless desire.

They fired the Hog one morning
After a hard riding night
Watched as it burned
In the cold winter night
Then he held her to him
For their final act.
They were found embraced
After their suicide pact.

She'd caught the Big C
So they had one final ride
And in each other's arms
They so very gently died.
She' d been a Heavenly holy rocker
He'd been a steaming sex machine
There was no part of ecstasy
That they hadn't already been.
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Two of a Kind