My Car Is My Angel For Women Only Contest
I call her Angel
My man made metal guardian
Protecting me from pearls of the sky
She provides me with warmth and comfort
As she accompanies me through life
Her contoured racy chassis of silver
Not too unlike my own
Her alloy wheels grip the tar
Taking me to all new destinations
That were previously unknown
We complement each other nicely
As I sit behind the wheel
Excitement is beyond imagination
But speed is not of the essence
In my fast and furious mobile machine
All shiny and glistening like new
Sparkling clean with fresh glazing
And lined with silver chrome
Headlights brighten my path ahead
Ensuring I find my way home
I am attracted to shiny things
We women love a bit of bling
My car is like my man
Simple and safe
I take care of her as I do him
I love to drive on empty roads
Just me and Angel on our own
Blaring our favourite music so loud
Me singing on the top of my voice
She doesn’t care I am not in tune
My car is my second home
I clean her as often if not more
She sleeps in her garage safe and warm
Until the next time we uncover
Even more adventures galore
Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015
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