She moves me.

The day we met, you weren't there.
I would find you, I didn't care.
Next we'd meet out in the street,
I drove you fast, you were mean.

Your body smooth, your curves hugged mine.
I loved you gently, we took our time.
I learned you, owned you, broke you,
you begged for more, what could we do?

You're tamed now yet still wild,
You've been spoiled like an only child.
When we cross another's path,
you beg me to pump the gas.

Someday we'll part and you'll be missed,
But you were first upon my list.
It's ok, it will be alright,
we can still drive all night.

Author's Note

Yes, I wrote a poem about my car. Her name is Kaylee. If you know where that name comes from, bonus points!