In The Black Escalade

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Underneath the beastess, lies the heart of a "Vette". Boasting a 6.2L V-8 engine with a 6-speed 6L80 tranny. Sleek, shiny and Black, the triple threat of EXCELLENCE!!!. She, because men's vehicles are always women, is deftly handled by her Master. Under the cloak of darkness, she corners like she is on rails.  Slicing through the atmosphere with pinpoint accuracy. Pleasing both her Daddy and her competition for his affection alike. I comfortably situate myself in the passenger seat drinking in the electricity between this magnificent man and me. We encounter moments of silence which permit me the opportunity to behold the majesty of his finely chiseled profile. His eyes darting, notating, committing to memory the sights he spies. It is this diligence which silently assures no harm will ever come to me, in his presence. Sensing my unrelenting gaze upon his face he turns to me piercing my soul with those magnetic hazel eyes. No words are exchanged, none are needed.  A decision had been made, unbeknownst to him, an entire day prior; once his voice was heard. My telling eyes extend an invitation which he had not expected. But for clarity sake, I gave voice to the desire within me. His voice, deeper than it had been all evening, checked and double checked my decision; testing my resolve. He was unaware that his eyes betrayed his own silent wanting. The fear of pain was eclipsed only by my need for this enigmatic man. The agony of my womanhood being tested as never before caused me to quietly plead with him for our union. It was our joining which brought me to an irrefutable realization. I could deny this man nothing. For he had seized ownership of me, mind...body...and... soul.