Built For Comfort (Not Speed) Poem by Colin Coplin

Driving home while the city's sleeping, headlights caressing the road
The sound of the engine, a sensual feeling, too bad I'm all alone
She's custom built liberation, exaltation, free sensation
Expressive engine, knows how I feel at the wheel

Yes, I love, the way she moves, clean rhythm motion purring in 6th gear
She's built for comfort, loving and a snug fit
She's built for comfort, not speed
No, not for speed, not for speed
And if you're hungry, she turns it to greed

Moonlight lingers like a ladies perfume, I'm thinking of the woman in my bedroom
The sound of her breathing, the touch of her skin,
The scent of her femur in the evening, turns me home, again and again

I can't take it the way she purrs, this whole engine thrashing in 6th gear
She's built for comfort, loving and a snug fit
She's built for comfort, not speed
No, not for speed, not for speed
And if you're hungry, she turns it to greed

How I love, the way she moves, clean rhythm motion in 6th gear
She's built for comfort, loving and a snug fit
She's built for comfort, not speed
Not for speed, not for speed
And if you're hungry, she turns it to greed


Copyright Colin Coplin 2005 (updated 2023)