Shantelle

A brand new car is what I love, Love the body, the new car smell, So to local luxury garage I drove, that’s where I met lovely Shantelle! Bright blue was the colour in mind, A four wheel drive good for snow, For my golf kit, lot of space behind, A shapely front, as men will know! I was shown to a desk at the rear, Sitting in her chair was Shantelle, Divine looks, heart stopping stare, Like a Sharon Stone, behind a Dell! What transpired? I can’t remember! Who spoke and if anything was said? My mind stoned my legs were timber, Was I dreaming? Was I still in bed? Later in the open, to show me the car, She walked like she was on catwalk, Blue skin tights kept my mouth ajar, Her pretty smile was her sales talk! The blue she wore, was blue I love, every breath I took was her perfume, She was so close, when I test drove, my eyes on her, eyes focus and zoom! The deal was done, the car was sold, Shantelle I loved, not the four by four! Ignored the price, paid what I was told, Borrowed from a bank, to settle score! Stone by stone every necklace grows, Drop by drop, love and ocean soar, Shantelle I wed, with marriage vows, Now we are four, in our four by four! N/A 27/02/2020 Dated 18/02/2020 Premier poetry contest Shantelle Sponsor Julia Ward Entered for John Hamilton N-A contest 12/Jan/2021