One hand on the wheel
One hand on me
He says,
"I like my woman like I like my car."
"Old?"
"Classy, beautiful, mean."
Even his jokes sound like poetry
His eyes laugh
I fall into them
The light turns green
He guns it
Engine roaring, wind whipping
through me
Eyes closed, the fading light seeps into me
He pulls over
His lips meet mine
Ecstacy
Electricity
This is what fate had in store for me.
This is what love is supposed to be.
This is the man that is meant for me.






© Milan Lopes