Fit
We're built so very different. Yet we perfectly fit.
Like an herb rolled 'rillo, or Bruce Wayne & the Bat fit
My whole life, 'fore we met, was to make me fit.
I know you hate it when I'm bratty; pitchin a fit.
Your kisses melt me, and compel me into a lovesick fit.
I get that life's kept you busy. Is there a slot where I'll fit?
Cuz I've been burning to link up as your naughty miss fit.
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