A Mean Machine

she has a body ready for action,

long, lean and thin,

with just enough padding

in all the right places,

deep, sexy voice,

which could get a rise

out of a dead man;

a finely tuned Porsche,

with an engine purring with power,

as it begs to run flat out;

just once;

she is a walking, talking

sex machine,

built for speed;

a stick of dynamite,

disguised in little girl charm,

waiting to explode

in the face of some

unsuspecting victim;

there is a real danger

in a woman like her,

you better know what you’re doing

before you climb into a machine like that,

because if you don’t,

you just might find yourself

strewn out along the pavement,

lying in pieces

you never thought you had.

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