The first time I could feel it;

not just sense it,

or see it,

but feel it.

Coursing through my veins like a virus unrestrained

It burns like no other,

it looks like another,

but it ain't.

With a beauty that words just can't taint,

it has a fiery sunset blazed into the paint.

A pristine interior cleaner than a saint.

So much muscle I just might faint.

Then I can hear the sounds of heaven;

when that engine is revin',

purer than Gods' number seven.

Yet I can feel that rumble from Hell.

Meaner than an inmate from the deepest,

darkest,

cell.

It has put it's spell on me.

I want her.

I need her.

Give me that Dodge Challenger

and I can feel it,

not just sense it,

or see it,

but feel it.