He was a paranoid schizophrenic,
Staring at the world from his top floor flat.
She was the epitome of photogenic,
But hiding from the planet with her hairless cat.

Nothing prepared them for what happened next,
Crossing their mundanities for just one second.
They swiped themselves from zero to oversexed,
It wasn't what either had hoped or reckoned.

He knew a glance was dangerous but not like that,
Avoidance was the policy he'd stuck hard to.
She never knew the pleasure of a panoramic flat
Until he showed her fifty-seven shades of blue.

When you fantasise your future full of decadent danger
Write your advertising carefully, it must be true.
If you're searching half the planet for a horny angel
You'd better be aware that the devil has wings too.