She speeds down the highway, wind in her hair engine roaring loud. A vision in motion a beauty to behold.
With a passion for automotives, she knows each make each model, for her love of cars is undeniable, surely something I adore.
A queen of the streets, in her sleek and shiny steed, as she passes me by, my heart swells with pride.
For she's the my fantasy girl, the one I've been waiting for, grateful everyday, that I get to love her more.
So here's to the gal who loves cars, the one who sparks my heart and makes me combust. I'll follow wherever she goes, and cherish every moment we share
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yes, partly I'm just excited to see poetry utilising driving imagery
and partly that mustang looks hella sexy
but mostly its just my kinda poetry..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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