Whips and pain and daisy chains
are swimming through her mind.
Vanilla mixed with passion fruit
Sweet flavours of all kind.

Trying to grasp a rope of sand
to tie herself to him.
Whips and pain and daisy chains
deep in her mind still swim.

Through currents of emotion
tides and storms of lust and rage.
She searches mind and body
A crazed bird in an open cage.