senses stumped by your shine
the loud rumble of a motor
sided with a drizzle of trust
cologne and oil as the main odors

you take me without me knowing
by muscle memory I hold on tight
and we laugh and cry like lovers
long and deep into that dark night

we haven't even passed the start line
and I still feel like a winner
but only if you invite me out later
for some ***, gin and maybe dinner.