Mystique Presence

a poem by Nikhil Chandhok

Watching her eyes glow,
Adrenaline really begins to flow.
Her curves are so neat,
My heart does skip a beat.
A soft touch,
Means so much.
A deep insight,
Reveals her internal might.
She has that all,
To have a person fall.
She moves around,
With a beautiful sound.
Is adored a lot,
For she is so hot.
Am told by my mind,
Someone like her is HARD to find.
I stare,
At her charm and flair.
On that lovely day,
Upon her when I lay,
Heard the salesman say:
Keep your hands away,
First better pay.
My second test drive to rejoice,
A Cool Rolls-Royce!