Mysterious Limousine



With the l-o-n-g-e-s-t stretch of the imagination
I see it in awesome elation
This vehicle which holds nine
Snuggles me within my hide
Starting with my feet, his hands glide up my stems
If I describe further, you’d see my rims
And I’m trying hard to keep the greasy side down
Let’s just say he isn’t a fool nor a clown
Up past my engine, he reaches my headlights
And he’s twisting the bulbs to see whether they light
Have I piqued your interest? He asks
My exhaust breathes out a gasp
“It’s not with a stick I shift you, my darling.” He whispers
Then, after our love-making episode, seems we’re ready to explode
Who’s taken who for a ride, my lover?
(This poem was supposed to be undercover…)

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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