Dangerous Curves

As I sit back driving down this velvety highway of yours,
 I can't help , but to admire, those dangerous curves of yours.
 Carmel colored road, that rides real sweet, creamed filled mountains,  with button top peaks.
 Mounds so round as they head up the town,  you couldn't just drive threw , you had to play around.
 Succulent peaks, to lick around ,a tonging you way down threw the sounds.
No rolls, it just flows, you could see , that it was well cared for and fit.
Admiring these curve, have me lost for words, , while I hit the banks
 Riding down this plane, making my way, to the token station, with wild anticipations, waiting for the gate to open.
Paying my toll, as I start to roll, getting this quivering sensation,
A large round head , starts to pull ahead, beating me , to my black cherry vocation.
This clean Shavian bed, where I put head my head, to give my dissertation .
With trembles and sounds, its start raining down, as I give joy , to my milkshake clinician
The road slows down, as the lanes break down, I see the the tunnel I'm supposed to enter
With tongue fueled blasts, I finish my task, when see that man out of his boat,
He floats  real close, but has no hope , as the tides takes him away,
With a glazed filled chin, and a devilish grin, I let that round head pass, as i ride his reverberations,
The quaking got deep, as he dives real steep,Feeling the gush and warming sensation,
 The heat was high, as I mark the thigh ,of this temptress, without any inhibitions
With the breeze and sky, The horizon at my side I reach my destination
This road was real neat, with a lot of dips and peaks, that road me hard, and tasted like a peach.
Damn I want to drive it again.