Black and gold could be one of the following, a song by Sam Sparro or a 99c 2L worth of vanilla ice-cream from Tom's Supermarket. Preferably a weaving gold snake like pump fit for all Goddesses past and present. It teases you, it taughts you and you love it, you want it, you need it like gelati on a hot summer's day. It drips down your hand, it's so good you lick it off. Nothing can be wasted. Sticky, splats on the pavement. (The dog can lap that up.) Hmmmm can you taste it? It's the taste of satisfacition.
Now dance!
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