Well girl if you’re stable at overflowing
Just please let me coast inches
I need to sentry how this is growing
There’s a tugging at my sleeve, trying to lead me in a cave
With a slight incline so not even a torrential wave
Could splash safety
Yours or mine
While our synergy matures like wine

It’s in the print of the design that I come across a constant need for repair
Bring tools along the way I swear ruts bend your axles
Bending backwards can’t twist your posture like her
Fur is soft on the skin
In a race the fox always wins
Reach in to the frothy mixture and pull out a piece of the picture
Even though your centered in a fixture a foundation is hard to find
It especially distorts the spine at night
When the light can’t distract you
From the visible glow she radiates
Strong enough to contract you