- Oph Kiltah
You Make Me Sick
You make me sick
Not in a disgusting, resentful way
But my guts are twisted
I can’t rely on the memory of our last visit much longer
I need a re-up
Trust me I can free up any amount of time you need
Cause I need you
I feen’ you like Jodeci
My vitamins are deficient
My minerals are depleted
I crave you in my skin like cocoa butter
I’m ashy
Phone dry
Even though I try
I just need the slightest drip to hydrate
You could capitulate my misery with a touch
With word you could disseminate it to the farthest reaches of the earth
And given that wide berth I could find fulfillment
In turn let me fill you
Spill you
Drill you with copious nigh infinite moments of joy
You
Make
Me
Sick
All while you smirk
This is fun for you
I get it
You get off on the power
I guess I should let you in on a little secret
My name is Powerline and if we listen to each other’s hearts we’ll be more than fine
So stop being goofy and let me be good for you
Damn you got me sick