Look how she gleams in the light
Silver, jet black, and chrome
A beacon in the night
An angel come down to carry us into the night
Her curves draw you in
They beg you to touch her
You lovingly run your hands from the trunk to the tip of the hood.
Parallel to her racing stripes
She is warm to the touch and smooth as silk
Slowly open the door
The smell of leather and motor oil
You sit inside
The leather of the seat sighs and lovingly molds to you
You caress the steering wheel
Gently run your fingertips across the gearshift
Pull the keys from your pocket
They clink softly as you slide them in the ignition
Take a deep breath and push in the clutch
Exhale
Turn the key.
She comes to life with a roar
Purring, her chassis trembling under your touch
The rumble from her engine is filled with peaks and valleys
A musical language all her own
Begging to be opened up and turned loose
Slide into first gear
Feel the power under your hands
Straining to be free
Shift to second
The wind whips at your face
Shift to third
Feel the jump in power slam you back in your seat
Shift to fourth
She roars and sends you over the edge.
Elanor.
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