Wonderland

Your touch aroused me,

I thought you broke the mould.

But don’t think you’re  Midas,

Because I turned to gold.

I stand on my own feet,

A woman strong and bold.

I don’t need a king,

Just a gentle hand to hold.
– kristin l. cook

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