All Gold
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She was all gold
her shimmering
glistening veils
ready to cover herself
ready to dance
ready to uncover herself.
Who could fail to be seduced
as she twined round the pole
as she strutted her stuff
as she sat on the laps.
Her platter is gleaming
still empty for now
as she wonders
who she will capture,
whose head will it bear tonight.
her shimmering
glistening veils
ready to cover herself
ready to dance
ready to uncover herself.
Who could fail to be seduced
as she twined round the pole
as she strutted her stuff
as she sat on the laps.
Her platter is gleaming
still empty for now
as she wonders
who she will capture,
whose head will it bear tonight.
First published in Flora Fiction.
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