She smokes slowly
Like a bad girl should
Imperial blush and verve
Black or red
With a smooth Detroit rumble
Chrome calls come and get me
I want those headlights
Half hidden
I want those tail lights
That never disappear
When she looks at me
In that American way
I want to show her
How burning I can be
How young!
Author: Michael J McCluskey
I have been a freelance writer since 2013 when I started as a part time writer. I have been a full time writer since 2019. I have ghost written several articles for multiple platforms. I write in various areas of content including cryptocurrency, mental health, addition recovery and the cannabis industry. I enjoy doing the occasional historical or travel content piece. I am an avid poetry writer and an avid sports fan.
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