Bel Air

belair

She drove a Bel Air

sharp red

turned heads.

She was a pulse

without strings

kept a diary of

questions about love.

She drove men wild

raced them, then away

always seeking pleasure

wherever that Bel Air stopped.

  One thought on “Bel Air

  1. February 8, 2019 at 9:20 am

    Ooooo.. Hwat!❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  2. January 30, 2019 at 7:10 pm

    Well done! 😊
    Wonderful photo!

    Liked by 1 person

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