Stingray

You’re the sweetest thing
I’ve ever seen,
Sleek and black
With a little sheen.
Smiling, you let your
Top go down
So I can ride you
All over town.
I grab you
And shift your gears,
With your subtle roar,
I let go my fears.
I go hard now,
No chance I’ll brake,
At home in you
It’s never fake
The joy I feel,
The freedom, surreal,
From the control I keep
Behind the wheel.