Mercedes Dear

I know your curves from head to toe.

Your silver skin, metallic glow.

Your angel eyes of xenon white

enrapture me in stellar light.

 

Your leather hide and supple skin

I revel in, rejoice akin

to clumsy childish barn-house dance

in backless dress and light romance.

 

Your bright young gaze and youthful eyes,

sowed then the seeds of my demise

and now in corporate clothes I bleat

as lifelong tears bedrench this seat.

 

Mercedes dear, I miss you so,

a supercar for haribo?

 

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