Built
for speed.
Go.
ride,
follow
the wind,
I'm
not alone
when
I'm smiling with love.
she
has the beauty,
I
have the brawn,
but
nothing compares,
to
feeling her warm,
her
scent and her adoration,
with
freshness now born.
gold
the flower
seen
by my eyes,
tempted
to wander
so
far in these skies.
lustrous
and wondrous,
called
by divine,
boy
am I glad,
that
she
is
all mine...!
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