There are glimpses of gold,
in the silver I sift through,
soft tresses,
caress me,
as they escape my curious fingers,
on their way to explore my essence,
you shape my shakes,
removing your glasses.
You kiss me,
and I am a river.
There are glimpses of gold,
in the silver I sift through,
soft tresses,
caress me,
as they escape my curious fingers,
on their way to explore my essence,
you shape my shakes,
removing your glasses.
You kiss me,
and I am a river.
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