A Gallon of Sips

Being with me,
is not what may seem.
I never have fights,
and everything’s clean.

Sure it gets tiresome,
every night alone.
But I get stuff done,
when I am at home.

If when we meet,
and we probably will.
Forget my indifference,
go in for the kill.

When you wake up,
the lion inside.
Forget that you run,
you won’t want to hide.

So arch your back,
and wet down your lips.
I’ll serve you a gallon,
with all little sips.

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