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My Beamer

She's a beautiful magnificent woman
So I call her my Beamer
0-90 in five seconds set a new record
Maxing my pulse at 275 miles per hour
Marveling at True Beauty's power

Trapped in her eyes
My heart was gone in 60 seconds
She told me not to fight it
I should have known she never broke in
Through my eyes she was invited

Through her eyes I lost all senses
A beauty so incomparable
Others find it incomprehensible
Yet my heart spoke her language
She was seeking repairs from previous damages

I told her she could use, not abuse me
To aid in her recovery
She informed me her time was short
I told her I couldn't plug the spark
I intended to go through with this from the start

At first contact she was tense
Then the more comfortable she became
The more I became weak
The more of my heart she claimed
The more I began to accept defeat

 ¥☼MOI☼¥  4 Mar 09

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