Oh, you are all but distant children in the end … relative intelligence with mild inhibition-ing
Strangers have been happening to her again

Sparkling cyanide champagne in the evening-time – mixed-up boys who care for a reputation within their upside down brains
Nothing but dangling the carrot by the rod and these mixed-up metaphors are recklessly, sexually driven by needless innuendo

A brazen kind of promiscuity takes place and the bedposts have been nailing themselves senseless midst this overindulgent behaviour which goes knock, knock in the nighttime
And her sordidly set mind has been making itself up yet again

Down upon her bruised and beautiful knees, begging him “Please, don’t make this a one-off event…”

“Rather you and me let’s make it three.”