Drive

When I'm driving, I am Queen B.

I see how others look at my car and say "aw shit it's a Benz." It's not the Benz that should instil fright, it's me they fear as I fly passed them. Drivers pull over to the side and bow to me. I fly by, taking no prisoners, I exceed and excel. Gripping the steering wheel with just one hand, confidently, courageously like a vulture coming for her prey! You can't out run me, you may think you're faster than me, and you might be, but the cars around me are merely obstacles on my path. They are peasants at my feet. "Here she comes, let us make way, for she will eat all in her path." I make my mark at over 120 mph. Yes, you heard correctly, 120 to 140 on a straight way! On the streets, speed is not as important as skillful and lustful moves. Moves that will leave you wondering "who and what was that?!" It's my way to eternal life, my black death, my grim reaper, or my salvation! The excitement that I feel behind the wheel, comes close to an orgasmic fantasy. I get wet when I look behind me and see what I leave far behind.

I have a dream, a dream to take on the beast, the beast that can out run me. Many have pulled up and shown their power, some have even passed me by, but no one has learned to master my technique. I can out run anyone. The busier the better!! The exhilaration, the motivation, the mere fun of reaching that happy ending.