Non-Erotic PoetryJaguar BabyI wonder if I cross his mind
when he takes it
tight
and spins away
from the curve.
Of course he drove a Jaguar.
Of course.
He was the man
I had heard of,
that kind
off course:
the risk-taker.
There were signals,
but I blinked away all signs
as he blasted in
only too eager to be taken
for a ride.
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