PC, my handcuffed and collared auction chattell

[KillerMuffin]

More poetry!

What shall we do?

Agronomy?
Sociology?
Algebra?
Grammar?
Mechanics...

Turn me on gorgeous. Feel free to bring your Craftsman along, I think I'll be bringing my Snap On.

Burning and burning
The combustion chamber explodes
From the fuel of my lust
Into the powerful pistons
Of your desire
Crank my camshaft
Make my detroit lockers
Spin all of my wheels.

Yes no?

 

[Problem Child]

400 horsepower muffindrive

YES.....yessss.

Burn my rubber
gas me up
be my lover
100 octane buttercup

shift my gears
into overdrive
whisper in my ear
make my engine come alive

I'll pump your gas
and pop your clutch
rev me up baby
I dig you too much

Vrooom....

 

[KillerMuffin]

100 octane buttercups
are a dime a dozen
come a little closer
get my 619 octane jet fuel lovin

I'm tweak and tuned
Turn me over and turn me on
My engines rockin
Waiting to be full blown

I'm a bored out 500 magnum
The ponies are screamin
To run like hell for you
Ever see a motor creamin?

 

[Problem Child]

’69 pony tears down the road
young hearts full of fire
set to explode
release their desire

parked under an oak
on a bright moonlit night
would he try something
she hoped that he might

the silent engine cools
with soft pinging sounds
hands roam freely
hormones abound

the seat reclines
his hand on her thigh
soft kisses urge him on
a moan, then a sigh

soft breeze caresses
bare tanned skin
young bodies pressed tight
tasting first sin…

he starts the engine
and drives away from that place
she touches his arm
and looks at his face

she thinks about the way
they held each other tight
in that ’69 pony
on this warm august night

 

[lavender]