I am a slender spherical dream filled paper,
I burn and breathe a most fulfilling air that one craves to eat.
A heightened sense of pleasure I bring,
to every part of a being.
I am a fashion icon and visions of beauty
filter through with every breath that makes my bosom heighten.
I am a cowboy, I have wild eyes and
make you swoon with bulge in clever disguise.
I am a symbol of greatness in this life and
everything that brings you happiness.
But I am not immortal and
I am not laid to rest amongst the roses and daffodils.
So what becomes of such renowned power?
With my last dangerous, flirtatious swirl
I choke on induced fluids around tarnished pearls,
I wrinkle and age.
When the power is finally dried and wasted
I am thrown down and
I pull you with me down the dark deep well
where we land on the beach, take our last quiver.
Together we rot in wet sand.
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