She got predictable curve, sputtered pipes, a little bit choked.
She pull for gas, searching her big bore high,
a little octane for some all-star hand, drum roll snap;
ah, gulp gulp gulp for oxygen, the infusion.
She has sweet, she got trust, exploding tasty conflictions;
a nice pair of harnessed, red Mary Janes.
Wow girl, hard-shelled dyke, hang it high, stoke it fast;
find a muscle car.
2010 Barry Comer