When I look at your glassy layer of silk contain the shape of my cup,
I get goose bumps.
After a long day,
I jump into your arms and you re-new me.
When I get home, the feeling of you slipping down my throat is like paradise.
On a hot summer day,
you will embrace me, leaving a smile across my face.
Cold,or warm.
A large amount, or maybe even just a little,
you help me get through my day.
You have the ability to shape shift,
if I leave you trapped in a cool case over night, you will be solid in the morning.
When I look down at you, I see myself.
Your only enemy is the heat,
of which will consume within moments,
devouring you as you sink into it's inhabitants.
Great one!
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