She stirs,

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.