He knows

Trouble licked my toes,

and proposed, a race

of tongue and skin, in

this heated pace.



He leads I follow,

and swallow,

in shallow comprehension

the entire dimension,

of an engine un-cooled.



A crash, a burn, a twist, a turn,

hugging corners of delightful drips

we park, and sip a groan.

The driver honed,

hungry, hard, sped, fed,

into,

my road.

This body drive

This body thrive

This slick we slide,

grip and ride,

this drive, this race, he knows.


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