Smell of fuel

I love old cars

the smell of raw fuel

when you finally hit the gas.

I love the long silent walks

down the far country side

where natures aura blossoms.

And I love the sun

a dying light at dusk

the hope of a new day at dawn.

But you know what I really love the most?

the sensation of touch

a different kind of connection

one from another dimension

my kind of love; All or Nothing.

each and everything or nothing at all.

vulnerable and needy

so needy it becomes a curse

one whose price it hurts to pay

but in the end

I really, really love old cars

that smell of raw fuel

when you finally step on the gas.

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Solomon