Her name’s Zoe and she
streaks the lines like blue
lightning, dark within
the night.

Sleek lines and she enjoys
the feel of the open road,
for it winds and runs straight
allowing her to grip tight
and flow free.

She glistens in the light,
a torrent of blue and
black that hides in the
shadows of the road.

Evil little eyes that light
up the night. She likes
it fast, and she likes it
rough. Slam shift the
gears and open the throttle
until she screams quietly
into gear. Tight into the
corners and rev that engine
high!

Feel the wind at one hundred
twenty, follow the open road
and let the soul become one
with the wheel beneath the
fingers.

She glows softly in the
night. Her name’s Zoe and
she’s mine.