He placed a golden kiss,
On her cheek
And wished it would
Put her in a daze.
Instead he got lost
In her diffcult, understanding maze.
Hoping his good looks
would get her into bed.
His skin has shed
Bringing someone else
To the surface.
Is someone getting nervous?
No one really deserves
But it was her
The Golden Kiss.
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