A Driving Passion

A guy and his first love... There you sit admiring her beauty, The power she holds within. One twist of your fingers ignites her fire, Heat and fuel mix again. Gently you coax her forward, Moving slowly in first gear. You love to hear her purring, as she whispers in your ear. Moving into second, RPM's begin to rise. Your hands control her motion, Moving from side to side. Swaying with the rhythm, you take her higher still. In third you know she's able , to give you such a thrill. Moving faster, driving on, she begins to give her all. She twists and torques with every turn, She answers to your call. Working together, two become one, as you shift into forth gear. A surge of power, her thunder roars, it's music to your ears. Lunging, pushing, meshing gears, taking her over the top. Squealing, screaming, flying fast, you know you just can't stop. She shows you power you've never seen, as you drive on through the night. Coming quickly over the rise, your destination is in sight. You try to hold her steady, her body begins to fight. You control her every movement, almost taking flight. Turning every corner, coming round the last bend. Your senses heightened to the max, Don't ever let it end. But as with all good things, they must come to a stop. For in your rear view mirror, is your friendly local cop. There you stand admiring her beauty, as the tow truck pulls away. The cop hands you a ticket and says' "Have a nice day." Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 10:07 AM PST, Pat Williams   0 • 8