rather a third interloper that tears off polite visage and hairspray bun and gentleman's stance to reveal red meat ****** carnage and fierce passion
*** is a friend that ruins the - i thought i was going somewhere with this, but all i want at the moment is your hand behind my back your caress of words
but i'll take ***
for lack of a lovely bond of intricate care i'll take a ravaged bedsheet and sore content