Cyclone

She's a mean machine
the muscle car of my
dreams

I slide inside feeling
the softness of her
seat

My hand gently grabs
the wheel and I inhale
deep

She's an old beauty
but she smells new
and clean

I turn her on and she
purrs like a stroked
kitty

When she takes me
down the road she
growls

It's just me the road
and one hell of a
cyclone