her heart could hear the rush, the roar
it was more than a car
backseat lovers, coveting stars
he made her tremble, made her sigh
but she could never deny his
thunderbird heart
dirt roads and dreams
silence drips
silver moonlight in every
champagned cup they sipped
wild and reckless
he was precious
sang her soul's alleluia
his touch a vice around her neck
left her hungry for more than
she would ever get
she was his dark, beautiful
temptation , sweet still on the vine
he was heart throbbing dangerous
her nineteenth summer wine
now just a picture show
a sip of time, fading gray
a vintage reel of yesterday
but the bough of ever after
always breaks
still he leaves her breathless
bold and restless
left her Plath and took his Trane
no more love songs about the rain
she still dreams of the rush and the roar
it was more than a car
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