G olden lady — just who are you
a beauty sure to mesmerize
so seductive as to scandalize
your my every dream come true
I’m spellbound by your magic eyes
I’m in a trance — you hypnotize
a stare of comely crystal blue
floats low above a sensual pout
you hold my soul — I’ve no way out
tongue-wet lips smolder passion’s hue
blush painted by your master hand
such masterstrokes you understand
I’m captive — nothing I can do
I’m quite hopelessly addicted
my sweet angel — you’re so wicked
golden lady — just who are you
your my every dream come true
a stare of comely crystal blue
tongue-wet lips smolder passion’s hue
I’m captive — nothing I can do
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rob kistner © 2022
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