CWTF V - The House Party Scene

Slowly they descend the stairs
Perfectly painted in pallid reflection
Take a fragile hand
Careful not to fumble and draw blood
While pinning the corsage
It's an elegant ritual
Thinly disguising it's more primitive origins
Pour over ice - a little too strong
Numb the mind, overstimulate the bloodstream
We are all too eager
Let us begin

Trail her into an unknown bedroom
Lead with the eyes with matching smiles
Unlike the color of the respective withering flowers
Satin slip gets lifted, thigh revealing
Shoulder strap breaks as promises crumble
Your Father would scold
But secretly be swelling with pride under the surface
A rite of passage
As old as the dawn of time