In exhilaration
She took off
Her clothes,
As she saw the Jaguar
Varnished
And polished in
Metallic green
Iron rims roaring,
It stood demanding,
Asking to be
Loved
Caressed
And cuddled
So, she
Ran to
The Jaguar
Opened his doors
And let herself in……
As she entered,
Arms open,
Legs spread
in divine fashion
laid herself
among cushions
Whilst
She made
Love through
the night,
to yet another
fortnight,
curling and hurling
Around his
wheels..
making love
till his battery
twirled
with heat
As a lowly
voyeur,
an antique
Morris-Minor
with a wrecked
roof and a tarnished
Rims wrapped
in grim veil,
shirt torn
and face gashed,
An antique
Morris-Minor
observing the scene,
scrutinizing her ways,
looking at
her with
his breath
held high upon
his nostrils,
Let out a catastrophic
Sigh of total
Frustration!!!!!
*Morris Minor and Jaguar are references to car models..
Photo from-- http://www.flickr.com/photos/46340130@N08/4427616017/
Shashendra Amalshan copyright 2010
As always you hold your readers to the end and I always enjoy your car tinkering with such humour in your sadness Sash...got a terrible HongKong flu we got it 10 days ago in Shanghai it was only 6 degrees bugger....regards