Daytona
I’m more than ready for an adventure
You in the driver’s seat
Me, always riding shotgun
Just an open road with slitted sundress
Your hand on my thigh
Where the wind gave the slit invitation
With the south giving way
A natural calling of the heart
Give me all the neon glow
The smell of the salty sea air
We will leave these Appalachian hills
If only for a short while
Ride the wave of the horizon
Reminded of our yester years
While we karaoke an 80s soundtrack
Billboard worthy all the way
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This poem is a fantastic adventure!