The fast pace reminds me of an engine revving up and going down a racetrack

The beat, rhythm and pace is like a racing car! The reader wouldn’t know are You talking about a woman or a car lol. The closing lines are brilliant, and “unique styles” it is. Wonderful poem, to read it in the morning it fuels us with good energy to start the engine ✨

Corvette! Corvette! I’m a ‘Vette girl. But that’s mostly because daddy was a Chevy guy and Ford was a dirty word around him. Once wrote a poem about a Mustang once though. Much enjoyed this one, my friend

Cool dude. Great description. The energy & performance is highly moving. Excellent.

This had the rumbling force of a corvette being geared up for a rip roaring ride down the highway. And to me it also read like a sensual poem about the power of the engine getting ready to fly like bat out of hell down the highway of love. Fantastic work my friend.

John

That was never enough? Very descriptive. Makes me wonder what would be enough. Nice piece

This is tender. A nice tribute to her. Sorry for your loss.

Lovely sad beautiful poem.

Thanks for posting 🙏

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you so much.

Amazing story. The shoes we wear say a lot about who we are. I like the Hendrix lyric “His dusty boots are his Cadellac”
Regards
james

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.

Powerful and vivid

Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend. That’s a severe case of road rage. Appreciate you.

Damian

Sarcasm – black as the night! You’re a true master of this art. Sarcasm – black as the night! You’re a true master of this art xoxo