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
Camelot produced two tots
Caroline, and John Junior...
How their mother cried when their father died!
Instead of rebuilding a productive chassis
~ She went gold-digging and married Onassis
A certain young filly has caught my fancy
I squirm and I jiggle, and I get all antsy
Won't mention her name
But my parts are aflame
All ga-ga over her smoldering chassis
Classy Chassis
Rusted and Busted
I was a classic beauty at my time
Eyes of envy upon me at the time
My body and chrome spit shine
My windows reflected the world’s soul and mind
My sweet smelling leather seats you’d climb
And place your bare legs, feet on the dash
Driving me down Main Street with a sudden lash
Rusted and Busted
Abandoned and forgotten
I adorn
The sun kiss and the smell of rain field
Now green velvet moss conceals,
Air threads through my broken windshields
When once you sat,
The stain and smell of mildew on my crack leather seats,
Brown leaves and twigs rest on old broken springs
Nature’s home of exquisite silence yields
I think of the past and the future
A classic beauty at my time
Now
Rusted and Busted
Abandoned and forgotten
6/15/2016
A sweet young girlie in bra and panties
Makes my wee friend stand up and get all antsy
I lose total control
Squirming in my camisole
As I longingly survey her curvy young chassis
© Jack Ellison 2015