Engines roaring with sheer might….
Throttles engaging the heart…..
Clutches defining the motion……..
Cheers raised to the commotion…
Feel me riding the power…
The rest hiding in the bower….
Reining in the sheer beast of the blast….
I smile at the multitudes of the last….
How she triumphs with a snarl…
How she bowls them with a smile…..
How she hooks them with a swirl….
How she runs the mile….
My savage beast….my vicious twin…
My lovely lion…my salicious win
Clutch your hearts….you victims of fear….
For the beast is about to get into gear…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem