We test drove a car today,
me in the passenger seat
enchanted by the leather
cushioning my body and
the new car smell,
you enchanted with the way
she responded so eagerly
to the touch of your foot
against the dark pedal,
the way she hugged the curves
as if they were lovers,
her and the road,
and you the tall dark
pheromone in a goatee
introducing them
for the first time.
Magic.
I want one.
"Get me out of here,"
you said, "before
I start signing papers."
