You golden sunlit filled beauty,
You glorious brisk and amber glory
You are crisp like a summer morning,
Anticipated like a favourite story.
Cold and cooling, warming the soul,
You are the taste of tired and proud,
Wet on my mouth like a lover’s kiss,
You are the song sung soft and loud.
I hold you gentle like a child’s hand
Then forceful like a wanton lover,
Taking liberties easily granted
And all your mysteries I uncover.
Yet, while I hold you in my hand
You too hold me, locked in romance
And I eagerly give myself over
And we spend the night in lustful dance.
Oh golden goddess, liquid siren
I have thee and I hold thee
And I raise you up in wonder
And you have me and you hold me.
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