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looks good but how does she handle...

 
don't think I don't notice...
the way your brow furrows as I pass  
eyes sliding distastefully down my back  
& I can see your frown in my rear view  
as your appraisal comes to a screeching halt  
my curvy back-end clearly meeting with disapproval  
& I silently chuckle  
 
let me tell you something, mister  
though you'll probably never understand  
cuz it ain't in you to get it  
but...believe me...he does  
for him, my voluptuous dimensions are heaven  
because when he double clutches  
pistoning into me  
he has ample cushioning  
no jarring bone-on-bone crash  
as he makes solid contact with my ass  
ideal for a rougher ride  
a drive on the wild side  
cuz he knows I'm built to take it  
(but oooh, baby  
when he applies that bone to the grind  
tightly hugging those undulating curves of mine  
pushing me to the limits  
fists firmly gripping  
positioned {im}properly at 10 & 2  
you should hear my engine's responsive whine)  
 
ahh, but I digress  
this is...of course...about you  
& your shallow attitude  
do you even know how to get down & dirty?  
I've seen the chasses you prefer  
always ultra-lean & easy on the eye  
but like a prop...kinda surface only  
I remember how your ex-Mrs struggled  
unable to reacquire your required narrowly defined design  
after squeezing out your 2nd progeny  
& I saw when you turned away  
looking for a newer model  
something more in keeping with that sleek beast you drive  
an upgraded luxury accessory  
 
but you know something...
you drive that sports car like a granny  
slow turns & tentative handling  
like she's some kinda showpiece  
a trophy  
& you don't really know how to treat her  
that's not what she's built for  
she's a mustang  
you gotta take her out sometimes  
just to really open her up  
she's not meant for such a sedate pace  
never testing her full potential is a waste  
you're all about image  
but a fancy car always sitting in the garage...
dude, that almost seems abusive  
...only there to stroke your ego  
so she slowly languishes  
all trim & pretty  
but locked away  
while you're oblivious  
focused on aesthetics & judging  
you're all about the green & how you're seen  
& man, that's just tragic...
 
 
 
 
 
from the archives but still has relevance...some people really put a lotta weight (pun intended) in their own opinions...
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