Yoba |
by Sandra Sealy |
On that fateful day, I knew I had to have you over, Hard, sleek lines Made me quiver. We clicked. Your strength is my pillar Your body, A cornucopia of delight To my senses. Your very scent thrills, soothes, envelops. My hand never strays far from your pulsing stick of joy. There’s pleasure in the purrs you emit When I turn you on. They stare when we’re together, everywhere, And say, we’re good together baby. Come take me away, over lush green hills, My Opel Corsa, my car named, “Yoba”. |