Fast
She’s fast, faster than you can handle,
sculpted curves, flawless skin,
deceptive power beneath,
and that look…sexy, predatory,
frightening, but I still want it.
I want to be inside her,
feel her wrapped around me, unleashed,
she’s fast,
and I know it’ll cost me in the end…
But I’ve never seen a cooler car.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2024
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