Her

Pedal's down, riding on fumes on the road to your heart.I see your eyes looking back at me through the rearview in the dark.There's a bed near-by, and in it you lie.Beneath those covers I long to be, between your thighs.Solace and centered, with the heat you bring.Push a little harder, let the engine sing.  I'd go fast enough to break-up in the atmosphere if it meant I got to you sooner.

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