Driving home from work one day
The traffic makes it slow
Check the cars beside me
As they travel to and fro
One minute I am out in front
The next I'm well behind
To find a chance of romance
Is so far from my mind
My interest is triggered
By a driver at my side
On his own as I am
It is a lonely ride
He glances from his window
Sees interest in my gaze
Little does he really know
I have seductive ways
I brush my hair and flutter eyes
Accelerate away
He thinks I may be gone for good
But it is all just play
I let my car fall back behind
His mirror I do fill
Follow his rear bumper
Then bend him to my will
He pulls into a servo
With me coming in behind
Wonders am I interested
Something he will shortly find
He starts a conversation
I just let him dig a hole
I will surely be the captor
As always was my goal
His aim, to make a date with me
I make to brush him off
My lashes give the game away
And a small seductive cough
I have to keep my secrets
I never kiss and tell
Only one thing he could do
Surrender to my spell
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