A morning when it all began to try and make a little more sense – drenched by some kind of perfection or other
Please, please smother me whole
A turn, sly smirk, a side-winder’s rather tempestuous admittance to holding her rigorous smile
If only a while
About to be flagrantly unleashed
And we do get to breathe all of this
So you know, there were others just like you and I, albeit only a fair and affable few
The chosen ones extraordinaire
We did indeed hold a degree of flair, didn’t we!?