Jubilant driving

Enticing, under your grille and your clean lines

Where your engine hums, stealthy, tendentious avowal,

I accelerate so that my desires towards you tend. In this physical state,

I will have to decapote.

Three hours of walk in which the lover and the lover will be able to heal themselves.

In my legs, my arms, my loins, the sensation Ardor swarms, real, without constraint or retention, While in my mind, hellish ride! Torrential fury!

Under the close attention,

A simple gesture is enough to raise the adrenaline.

And suddenly, ecstasy!