Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

The Woman In The Ferrari - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

She stood resplendent in passionate red.
A mole on her lips, a stallion kissing, eating bread.
Wild was the stud, lost in her glory, wanting a moment of blasphemous orgy.
I could not help, the ape in me gaped, and spoke the tounge of corky.
My lips shivered, soul muttered, what a wild beauty.
She was walking by, stood, looked, red in anger, furious and fumed.
Slender, lovely, she was a gods poetry, a woman in bloom lusty Lilly.
But my darling, you are not match, for the iron clad 4 Wheeled filly.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2013

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