You are one red, fleeting, perfect moment
Of the cool night wind whipping through an open window.
Conversation ceases as your engine roars
Around the silent, harsh curves you know so well.
You and I, encompassed by Dixie,
Sleek and hot as leather on skin.
Keep me guessing,
Red.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 12:43 AM UTC
You are one red, fleeting, perfect moment
Of the cool night wind whipping through an open window.
Conversation ceases as your engine roars
Around the silent, harsh curves you know so well.
You and I, encompassed by Dixie,
Sleek and hot as leather on skin.
Keep me guessing,
Red.
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