In bed she was one of two,

Whom his vivid mind had imagined to do.

Clearly there was one he fancied,

He’d skilfully keep her wanting.

Attention he would deprive her,

He’d play on her jealousy and fears,

Back and forth and topsy turvy she went,

First on her this, and then on his that.

Armed with prudence,

He made sure that they break no rule.

Behind that facade of innocence,

The world really didn’t have a clue.

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