Her Formula one revsA Poem by andrew mitchell
Pulling back the bed sheets, open
She says "Get in!" Her Formula One, her love... revs, revs. An aerial view I travel by eye Her figure eight circuit. Through long winding curves From mountains, round plains, Along the coast, her ocean road Through her tunnel of love. She drives through her sighs With Grand Prix mind That's running wild, Changing gears within her heart The surrounds, ocean road to mountains bound We move, along her circuit. Winding are her curves: The Monaco coast Sunlight on skin, Changing gears. Humming hearts hum. Smooth legs silken Breeze flowing hair She drives like the wind. In the distance, light Rays shower through clouds, The sun smiling, shimmering On water's edge, reflecting, Shining love, her coastline. On moistened skin touching, Kisses on kisses red Around the circuit, we move. Her Formula One , her love, revs revs. On her winner's circle, her flags are flying. Champagne pops!
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7 Reviews Added on May 27, 2015 Last Updated on May 27, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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