cycle seven - like you wouldn't believe
The glasses rattled off the counter. Our drunken bodies, [passion incarnate] knocked the cosmos loose as we rocked. It was frightening in its truth it was stirring in its scape. [It was sinful and wrong.] But, as many a red-handed glutton for punishment - like myself - is heard to say, the best things are.
And now what do we do?
What do we do?