My First
Inexhaustible
Was what she was
She never tired
Nor seemed to slow
Perfectly tuned
Reaching manic speeds
She purred in my hands
When off we would go
Everyone salivated
As jealousy reared
Its ugly head
When she was with me
Damn the impudence
I had to stand back
As it was my car
Everyone did see
She was cherry red
White leather seats
57 Mustang
Boy, she rode sweet
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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