Golden Gauntlet

I could turn your
peel inside

i’d know you none
the better

you master of stealth,
an ailin’ specimen of
inner health,

gave up the castle
ghost but kept
its haunt,

without that sheet’ on,
those sweet cheeks are
angled pretty

regardless, she loves
to flaunt it

it’s like i snapped my
fingers n’ won last
Wonka ticket

and just licked your
dirty prints off
her golden



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