My dream of you drives away my nightmare
Your spit polishes the roof of my mouth
I am spoiled by your tender, love and care
Our direction is up north not south
Could I picture my being without you?
Guess so, but the shot wouldn't be money
Your the yankee star in red, white and blue
The flag thinks you're as soft as a bunny
The smooth power puff skin of yours commands
Exteriors and interiors match
Images of you I see tops name brands
Your fine fertile structure has stars to hatch
Let us create grains of sand as a pair
So the masses have a reason to stare.

~Terio Ruiz