200 S[e]X  (drive my car)

Gleaming, taught and Metallic
Blue in its firmness
Permission dropped into your palm
Fingers slide over bulbous shapes
Pressing buttons to unlock doors

Hands curling around the handle
You pull firmly, drawing open the long wide door
Sliding your body inside
A tightly gripping embrace
Soft fabrics stretched over firm structures

Familiarise yourself with the instruments
Gear stick close at hand
Fingertips grace the top of the wheel
Gauges ready to respond
To your un-guessable whims

Slowly the insertion
Keyed to a racing pulse
As fuel and air ignite
Awakening a carnal growl
The beast is stirred to action

Careless of the rubber
Pushing boundaries with friction
Your thighs extend and contract
Matching forces as you slip
Clutching for acceleration

Your control belies expertise
Hidden by disarming giggles
As you wash off speed at that critical point
Gripping hard, pause for breath
Then charge for the next bend

I’m a passenger this time
To your turbo ride
Through well-known streets and rolling roads
Body ablur
Legs and hands in control of my machine

Stealing my breath with your aggression
As you race for the summit
Hands furious with wailing gears
Pistons protest at this final tempo
Oiled in heat soaked glory