Sleek smooth rounded lines. Soft sky blue curves polished to perfection. Headlights winking, teasing me.
I walked passed her. I walked back again to admire her. I paused and dared to touch her. I entered her and sat upon her upholstery.
Her owner pulled a couple of catches and revealed her hammocks suspended from above, and then he dropped her drawers to demonstrate how they became a stairway by which her hammocks were oh so easily accessed.
Honk.
I love her. I want her.
She was not for sale.
Joining in with The Gallery at Sticky Fingers.
