Dream Girl And Blue Ferrari

Shockingly enough I've held onto this write for a long, long, time. At least for me. "Dream Girl And Blue Ferrari" came to life in the shower, I s**t you not. I was listening to some ill a*s "Tribe Ca

her lips were as wet as summertime sex, 
with a body gift-wrapped, double dipped in sin


her snuggle soft touch felt warm, authentic
she begged to role play, be weak, submissive


filmed home movies, the casts were banging
noise complaints, her neighbors hate her


men each fired, all, for no reason
egos burst, who's up, the next one


letters weep, she'll miss you blah, blah,
smiles while she picks your pockets


that’s before she boosts your sports car 
then speeds off east, into the sunrise


melancholy blue just like her soul was
rag-top looked fun, sorry boo, bye love,


all good things must come to an end, hun.


XOXOXOX,


Dream Girl and Blue Ferrari