Moving Fast

I let his hands go up

and down my body.

I love it when he does that.

He greases me up and I shine

in the light.

When he takes me out,

he drives me fast.

I give him the best I got,

as his hair blows in the wind.

He turns me on sometimes,

just to show his

friends.

I don’t mind, I love the

attention.

He sometimes

lets his friends ride me,

but I’d rather him.

He knows how to handle me.

He knows me inside and out.

He should know,

he built me.