The Girl With The Golden Heart
A poem about hearts
There’s a girl I love with a golden heart
That keeps her young and gorgeous
It pumps fast and free
And floods her veins
With something colder than blood
It keeps her make-up perfect
And her hair neatly done
Keeps her nails painted and her eyelashes long
It keeps her legs smooth as silk
And her fresh manicures clean
Her golden heart keeps her hips strong
Rolling deep and wide when she walks
It keeps her breasts supple, perky, and plump
Pushed up, pushed out, and wide open
It keeps her stomach tight and taut
Like an athlete ready to compete
Her golden heart keeps a singular focus in her mind
Only one specific target
It keeps her time carefully
Knows when to laugh and what to say
The girl with the golden heart
Has a full sweet voice with a sharp elegant timber
She has no scars and an invincible spotless soul
Never tarnished by sentimental weakness
Never…
