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.