aniket22
Favoured Frenzy
She moves like F1 on a silver-lined track,
A blur of desire — no room to look back.
With eyes like headlights that pierce through the mist,
And lips like engines that hum when they kiss.
She’s all apex curves and tight control,
A storm at the start, a fire in the soul.
Every glance — a gearshift, a rapid ascent,
Each word — a corner taken, hell-bent.
Like Monaco nights and champagne rain,
She dances on edges, flirts with the pain.
Fast is her tempo, fierce is her grace,
And danger wears perfume on her face.
No seatbelt could hold me, no caution could sway,
I’d crash for her beauty a thousand ways.
For she is the circuit, the car, and the run—
A love at full throttle. She is F1.
A blur of desire — no room to look back.
With eyes like headlights that pierce through the mist,
And lips like engines that hum when they kiss.
She’s all apex curves and tight control,
A storm at the start, a fire in the soul.
Every glance — a gearshift, a rapid ascent,
Each word — a corner taken, hell-bent.
Like Monaco nights and champagne rain,
She dances on edges, flirts with the pain.
Fast is her tempo, fierce is her grace,
And danger wears perfume on her face.
No seatbelt could hold me, no caution could sway,
I’d crash for her beauty a thousand ways.
For she is the circuit, the car, and the run—
A love at full throttle. She is F1.
