She isn’t petite and bouncy
Like a Bugeye Sprite
Or a cheerleader
Darting around corners
But bouncing with every bump in the road.
And she isn’t long and lean
Like an XK 120
Or a marathon runner
Eating up curves and distance
As if they were made just for her.
And she isn’t high maintenance
Like a Masaerati
Or a starlet wannabe
Needing attention even if you don’t drive her.
No, she isn’t any of those things.
She’s warm and soft
Classic good looks.
And she’s quiet, but powerful
And very fast when she wants to be.
And she has smooth curves.
She’s like a classic Packard.
And she has Ralph Nader bumpers
Safe at God knows what kind of speed.
What more could any man want?
This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com
with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.
<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/ode-to-a-real-woman.aspx">Ode To A Real Woman</a>