Aston Martin Dreaming
Her curves are seductive,
Her purr radioactive
Quite the lady by day, sultry vixen at night,
A head turning beauty, a heart stopping sight.
She's no wilting flower, alluring and coy,
Aloof yet inviting, her masterful ploy;
To gaze is to want her, for most a rare dream,
Like hands cupping water from a fast-moving stream.
But to us the most blessed
With her so obsessed
She's an object of joy,
Sublime art form - no toy.
By and by as we share
She shows us to dare
To join in her verve
And prove we deserve.
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