Moving too fast for her ?

I saw her from a distance for the very first time. Not quite sure of what I was seeing, but she most certainly caught my eye ! There was no mistaking, I was moving way to fast to be noticed. And stopping; was not an option, even for her. I knew where she was now and I would be back.

The next time I saw her, conditions were ideal for a good long look. As I went by; I could follow her with the slightest turn of my head. There was no way she could notice me. That was a good thing, because I made sure to memorize her body from top to bottom. The elegant curves and long beautiful lines made her look very classy. They were etched into my mind and would not be forgotten.

Twice before I saw her and now my heart beat for next we meet ! Time need not factor into our next encounter. I knew what I wanted, but she still had not even noticed me. I walked right up to her and made sure to drink in every inch of her with my eyes. Her curves, those lines, the whole body was to be drunk slowly like a fine wine. The vision, savored for as long as I willed it to be. There was no doubt, I wanted her badly and nothing else would compare.

I ran my hand over her smooth body, letting my fingers glide so gently over her curves. She never said a word as I caressed her beautiful skin. I could feel her and she could feel me. A deep unspoken connection had been made, A passion aroused and yes indulged over time.

I speak mainly about my 1988 Lincoln Mark 7 but it could also be said for a woman I once knew. Both meetings went pretty much the same. The feelings were definitely identical. Today the lady is gone and the car is in a locked garage out of my hands. I will get the car back someday and the passion will reignite. I long for a midsummer night drive sitting in the leather seat. Windows are down and the sun roof is open wide. The note coming from the Flowmaster Super 44’s is soothing in the night air. Yet if you push her just a little her note changes and she says ” Let’s go all the way”! So I would push the pedal to the floor and listen to her scream ! She wanted it and she needed it. Just as I did.

Damn I really miss my car !

This is a true story written by; Troy Lied

The picture above was taken from a Facebook post and is not mine. No infringement is intended to the creator.