Valet [&] the Angel of Lustre

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Heat seeker drenched in desire
descends into the dark dank depths
of the spiralling concrete chasm.
Honing in on my elusive siren
[pole] dancing spinal columns,
flashing reflectors past parked
cars and lift shafts, along
an endless vertebrae wall.


Alluring echoes of playful laughter disappears
behind the ricochet of slamming [fire] doors,
spewing smoke plumes from her heat.
I am the enduro racer chasing my addiction,
lapping her with my thirst for sinful lust.
Tracking her deeper within the concrete abyss,
lurking in the shadows of [sex] machine fantasies,
the eyes of the temptress glowing in the dark
like a coldblooded predator goddess.


Angel of angels, preying on my need
prays for me to surrender to my afflictions.
Grounding her, unravelling me openly,
publicly in the arena of mischief, witness
to my bent mistress, a-little-dab-will-do-ya,
polishing the hood of my Porsche [911].
Soft top-less, soft like lambs wool, buffing
to a high gloss [duco] finish, reflecting clean lines
and my badness, wax-on-wax-off madness.
Smearing lacquer fornication over cold hard curves,
rocking the steel cradle on my stiff ride sports
suspension, airtight turbo sucking my inhibitions dry.


Keyless entry, finger print ignition,
pressing all the right buttons.
Pedal to the metal, rich power backfire,
gasoline dripping from the tailpipe. Rough idle
boxer engine, horizontal piston lever
direct rear end driving her. Burning rubber,
screaming pleasure into power slides, fishtailing
in the public eye, on [cctv], speeding past the valet,
watching their jaws drop at fuel injected exhibitionists.


Redline racer, thermostat climbs to melting point,
shooting up the [exit] ramps, driving her like I stole it.
Attacking every racing line, hugging the kerb,
full speed impact, bottoms out on speed humps and I hear
the grind of sparks. Stick shift, holding tight, steering hips
in full lock, serving the slave to my addiction, booming
engine [screams] as we catapult from the underground
like a dragon blasting out in full flight from it's lair,
rocking the foundations of the tower of lust.

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Ashesh9Ashesh9over 10 years ago
Formula One

Racin ??!!

LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago

Excellent excellent excellent. Language assonance story.