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The first time I saw her,
My heart skipped a beat
Like a priest bowing in an altar
I wanted to fall at her feet
The sleek glam look
The shine in her eyes
The way she purrs
When I run my hand over her curves
I push her to the left
Without a whimper she moves
I lean on her to the right
She complies without a fight
The more I push her
The more she gives
The more I want her
Her beauty just captives
Never tired of her prowess
Exploring new avenues
Both surprised by our boldness
Both of us refusing to say our adieus
But with a heart, cold and heavy
With no other choice
I leave her briefly
Switching off her engine to cut the noise
Oh yeah , she is my car…my sweet lancer
4 comments:
nice poem i thougth u wer talkin abt some 1 else ;-)
Neat stuff!!! Simple, light though very heavy on effect!!! Good job!!! Visit my spot some time. I am a lyricist. Cheers!!!
is this what they call pun? extraordinary work..lucky car i should say or should that be lucky????
How could you do this? How could you just 'ride' her, "pound her hard to your satisfaction" and just "sell her off"!?!
Poor Rachel! :(
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