That 280z Car Loved Me
A sign, then car impulse tapped me
As allurement and stance trapped me.
An orange-red gripping gleamer
Transformed me to a car dreamer.
With this Z-car I could soar free.
Me and that Z are meant to be.
I shall call the seller and see
If he’s honest or a schemer.
I love this car.
Driving the Z, now owned by me,
I’m high on adrenaline glee.
Sexy shape, lush lines, hot screamer,
A driving fervor redeemer!
Shifting, I zoom my Z-she-spree.
I love this car.
December 19, 2015
Contest: For Women – Write About Cars
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer
8th Place
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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