“Why do you ask,” she replied.
“Oh, just curious,” he lied.
His gaze upon her body flawless
Belied the truth he tried to hide.
He leaned in close and sniffed the leather
And knew they would be good together.
The sweat on his lip, the look in his eye
She knew he’d ask, she knew he’d try.
He looked her over again and thrice
The words came out so calm and nice
“Tell me lady, now what’s your price?”
“Man, she’s my baby, there is no deal!”
She shut the door and gripped the wheel
Flew down the road, a streak of teal.
Written for Sunday Scribblings.