Classy Chassis Metaphor of Love
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I dream of you coming close to me making my motor
accelerate, you see, it fuels the fire that lingers.
Using your sexy sensual fingers, you slide your key
to unlock my sweet door, opening knocking you of your feet.
Captivated by my classy beauty and now obsolete, you slip in,
slump into my leather seat warming me up with your cheeks.
You find me physically ravishing, savoring my steering wheel and gear-stick
as you gently caress me lovingly. In utter temptation you thrust the key
into my ignition, depressing with your left foot on my clutch moving
my gear-stick out of gear before starting, pressing firmly on the
brake and clutch pedals to allure me to start and purr.
Before you back out, you can't help, but grab my mirror
to see how Foxy, you look behind my wheel.
11/9/2019
Poetry Contest: Metaphor Of Love
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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