Coated in candy, honey and whipped cream

Kindled fires of flesh, lost in a dream

Of the act, the players came

The stadium darkened, ready for the game

She, a goblet, of clay or pure gold

He, a bamboo straw, in boiled water turned cold

Wild is the wolf; eager, the child

But which is which and who will be defiled

In the end, from the heated night

The two ships part, in a glacial delight

They thus moved on, with no words nor good byes

Quiet in the dawn, no lies and no ties

It's another game lost, lost in a dream

As the two both seek, the next coating of candy...

Honey...

And whipped cream