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Golden

she was golden
packing body
cuffed and lead her where she went headstrong
directing how that head jobs
you're sloppy
 
I get my hands full with my arms around you
we could wear out the cold
lay down centrefold
 
made your eyes roll back
when I rode that wagon
to the waves that you do at pageant,Nah
You,won me over with passion
Written by sekatana
Published | Edited 13th Aug 2018
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