My Mistress, My Car

Sitting there, ensconced at the curb. Ready.

She’s style, she’s grace and anxious to pace

as her headlights gaze through me

we both know she’s mine.

When she’s turned on, be careful

she’s playful, dangerous and fully equipped

she glistens, and with sensuous flowing lines

she’ll not be outstripped.

Her full blown engine and sleek torso

fine-tuned to race, she’s no fool

she’s turbo charged, tweaked to a peak

she’ll finish in first place, on racing fuel

She’s sex on all fours

comfortable in her leather

and anxious for me to enter.

I’ll be cautious, after I close her doors.

© William Lillis 2002