Take me smoothly, nestle on my shoulders,
Let me kiss your neck so fine and bare;
Or madly, loosely, let the instant hold us,
But mind the hair.
Suffer on me deeds I’ve never heard of:
Let us dig the little way to hell.
Enough retreating. But when you rip my shirt off,
Mind the styling gel.
I never really finished A Rebours, so,
Let’s explore its ethics at a guess.
(When you claw the clothes from off my torso
Be careful with the vest.)
Your body is persistent, mine athletic –
Let us roll on floors, I don’t care where;
But Topman is the cause of my aesthetic
So mind the hair.
Lots of internal rhyme to this, and the structure is designed to make it extra-small, ironical and pretty. Like a prettyboy Topman model. The form is actually borrowed largely from Wilde, surprise surprise. (I do get distracted by beautiful things, you may have noticed)