Black and Gold

Black and Gold

He could feel the heat rising from the engine and through the chrome
His eyes drinking in the beautiful machine before him
His look perhaps should have been reserved for something else

The radiance of the vehicle before him taking his breath away
The meaning of beauty and the beast becoming true to him
The moment was lost on some, but never on him

Too many words and statistics to even think about now
But he knew what she would do when man and machine became one
His black and gold beauty on the open roads