Gold

I bathe you in Arabian foam and taste you like some fine champagne
You’re gold
You come to me in evening’s glare and lust is all your eyes declare
My gold
You’re gold
To me you’re gold

You rode with me to Africa in sun of ages we did dance
My gold
A treasure waits for those who seek and long and pray and kiss and keep
Their gold
You’re gold
To me you’re gold