Living Gold

Phosphorescent glows in the night,
he absorbs the whole spectrum of light;
a rival to the constellations.
Come lavender sky and morning dew
he rises like the sun renewed;
the solar cycles exaltation.

Bewitched and beguiled,
all before you’re defiled.
There’s something craven in his spellbound love;
he’s a raven feathered like a dove.
He’s the one that the God’s reviled.

He’s living gold,
sold to the highest bidder,
a sinner to behold
and a role to consider.
He’s living gold,
cold to the gentle hand;
a man of control
and bold command.
He’s living gold.

The blood of Bacchus courses his veins;
drunken to the point of divine disdain.
He is a child of cosmic storms.
Aureate shadows thrown from his motion
borrowed hypnosis from waves of the ocean,
synergy within the aura that forms.

He corrupts your mind.
The finest of his kind,
naked on his throne of glittering flesh;
a precious stone among the tarnished rest.
One kiss and you’re entwined.

He’s living gold,
sold to the highest bidder,
a sinner to behold
and a role to consider.
He’s living gold,
cold to the gentle hand;
a man of control
and bold command.
He’s living gold.

He’s got the nectar that the shy boys seek
but he’s a spectre with a sinister streak.
There’s nothing but complications
in his system of temptations.
He’s a strange sensation making proud men weak,
and before your own exploitation,
there’ll be no time to speak.

He’s living gold,
and you are a boy made to be sold.
He won’t do what he’s told.
You wouldn’t dare,
with living gold.

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