cash comes quick

you’re hot
but a body’s only as good as its body of work
and that’s what makes you glow
wrapped around you like a snake
kundalini up and down your back
poppin’ chakras like japanese lanterns
you’re a runway
a light at the end of the tunnel
a breath of fire on a bed of roses
singing blue notes
up all night long
a hundred floors above us
inside the tower of song.

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