you want
to drive her car.
not literally.
but if her
hands
were the wheel,
her lips
the gas,
the legs
her tires,
and her body
the leather
seats,
well.
around the block
just wouldn't
be enough.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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