Black Cherry Mustang
“Black Cherry Mustang”
Torn jeans
blood stilettos
black cherry mustang
The Getaway’s
goin’ down
heaven’s a sin
with
Coyote
howlin'
sensually pluckin'
away at her cello strings
astride his highway
she speeds
free on the 66
leaves fallin’ from
all the witherin'
passed-by trees
Truth ... ;)
passin'
between
her lips
smooth for a player
with a velvet tongue
thirsty for somethin'
smiles passionate
her familiar
howlin' daemon
with a smokin’ hot
loaded gun
dealin' sweet kisses
like Jack O' Diamonds
his swift need cuttin'
slow 'n deep
sharp as a knife
freein' a heart and
the tight ropes within
she comes undone
Love’s a forgotten
darker
psychological
need
Black Cherry Mustang
The Getaway’s
goin’ down
heaven’s a sin
thy will be done
one hand
on her wheel
his kingdom
to come
the other one
trigger happy
changin' up
Coyote’s chargin' revelations
drivin' in his
hot rays she feels
a new story
become
she’s sittin’ in the
driver’s seat
shinin' in his
cool blue skies'
Smilin'
Sun
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2020
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