She needs to be saved, the freeze to his frame – say it with silence, please…
The hip to his easily promiscuous nature, the pip to his squeeze
And stranger diction has failed at happening all over again
Embrace that girl, catch her curls, yet let these eyes scintillate til radiation cross-fired
She shall fixate… fix it now, please… tease that tenderloin taste from his boa-constricted lips
Sugarplum inflamed and sincerely prepared
To sing it oh so very well
All over his detailed grave… by the nerve-ending –
Never-ending. He’s sending this from another realm (altogether).