My Alien on a two wheeler

He appeared seemingly out of thin air

From an unknown galaxy somewhere out there

His futuristic ride was quite eye catching

All the ladies were open mouthed and watching

He was suave, toned and sinewy

Six feet two, so fine, like hot and really winnow-y

Stop it! you shameful hussy, salivating, dripping adrenaline

This is exactly how you keep getting yourself crinolined

Pining after the tall dark, handsome drinks of pure ego

Who disappoint and leave nothing but bye-bye amigo

Jiminy cricket, he is quite subliminal

Moving like a smooth criminal

He glided over, gently took me by the hand

Placed a helmet on my head, me, too giddy to make a stand

He picked me up effortlessly, I straddled the motor willingly

The women scowled, wishing they were me. I shuddered chillingly

I felt like being bad, to take this alien on a ride so rad

Keep riding, I have just the thing that will drive you mad

What? What did you all think I was talking about

I just met him. Seriously! Just need to test his mettle and clout

To the club and pole dancing, I directed the helmeted wonder

For I still had not seen his face, I was left to ponder

But the mystery I found quite appealing

The night was young, I wanted to savor the awesome feeling

My alien watched as the women twirled and spun, dipped and gyrated

As men and women poked money, ogled and salivated

He was mesmerized, keenly observing, seemingly fascinated

As fannies and breasts drew near, teased and left him wanting

They sidled, slid and caressed the pole while openly flaunting

"Helmet off, helmet off", the crowd began loudly chanting

He backed away slowly, none of this he needed to be vaunting

He still had not spoken, the quiet mysterious alien

I knew not his name, nor from whence he came, maybe Aurelian?

"Helmet off, helmet off", they loudly chanted........

He tried not to give in, not give them what they wanted

Into a corner they laughingly backed him

A loud frightened screech erupted from within

His helmet he removed and the room blossomed into light

He had no face, no eyes, just a galaxy of power which filled the night

We burned slowly into ashes as he replaced his helmet

I should have listened to my inner voice, damn it

Now too late, we are all dead

All because we wanted to see his blooming head!

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Pretty sure we are not supposed to die here, but it rhymed!