A whisper of mischief in my chest.
Tilting hips and sparkling eyes,
All men are a possibility.
A challenge, in fact,
An exhilarating game.
A sleek black Mustang glides by.
She knows the man inside.
Hurrah! The chase is on.
Gravel skitters, a cold motor revs.
Power flows into 4 small cylinders.
No match for the Mustang,
But all the more fun for the trying.
Pedal-less shifting accompanies
A beautiful growl.
More like the roar of a kitten
compared to the power
Of the Mustang cum panther ahead
But the flex of tiny kitten claws
Delights her playful side.
She stirs.
A whisper of mischief in my breast.
He turns away.
Sleek matte black lines fade.
And her attention turns
To all the possibilities.
And the bass beat pounds
Sounding vaguely like a purr.
Lips mimicking the words
She stirs.
Today will be a good day.
