on the dark lonely spots

 

The cars park on the dark lonely spots

Nothing will be said or argue

When the hormones raging hard

Finding ways to get it out

Even in housing estates

The areas of many bushy trees

It will provide a canopy of coverage

The quiet atmosphere the caressing of wind

Many onlookers aren't aware

What they see are the cars park on lonely spots

The cars are fully dark tinted

Nothing can be seen

The silhouttes of dimly light on the trees

Nothing specticular nothing to tell

Within the dark lonely spots

The soft murmurs of the fireflies

The quiet night of nature

The whirring of sound in the air

The cars park on the dark lonely spots

The maestro runs his midnight rendezvous