Golden Touch

She’s got that golden
Look
She’s got that golden
Touch
She’s got that golden
Strength
She needs for nothing
No crutch

Golden charisma floods into my heartspace
The entire room succumbs to the floodgates
Creative vibrations, steep plateaus, sensations
I’m turning inside out, my right is down, and up is left

She’s got that golden
Smile
She’s got that golden
Voice
She’s got a golden
Soul
She draws me near to her
No choice

Don’t make assumptions about these sweet verses
Do not compare yourself to metaphors, you tortured one
If you must cry, then do so, but know that it’s futile
You’re stronger than this, so put these words in your pocket

She’s a golden
Girl
She’s a golden
Boy
She’s a golden
Myth
She’s a child
I’m her toy


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