You Make me …

Your funked up creature just got you a major in beauty
with your lined lips and toned skin,

you’re the mount, what they call asurity.

I best take your form and your cultivated power
wrap it around my piller
like I was born to take strong and be the next Eiffle Tower

You’re holding me like I was a dime on a spare
the only in your pocket
as if I’d ever care.

But today I do
because tomorrow I will,
you’re the best kind of feeling when it comes to that pill.

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