On the early morning train, she leans in just an inch too near,

Whispering a promise that only he can hear.

She watches his pulse quicken, his logic start to fray,

Until he’d miss his stop just to hear what she might say.

She leads him to the shadows, a puppet on her thread,

He’ll do anything she wants, just to be the one she led.

She’s so promiscuous, it’s written in her veins,

A wild, promiscuous heart, but she holds all the reins.

For Eloise, love is a drug, and she’s the dealer’s flame,

Promiscuous and powerful, she’s winning every game.

Yes, love is a drug, and she’s the ultimate high.

In the grocery aisle, she plays a lethal game,

A glance so sharp and heavy, it puts his world to shame.

He leaves his bags behind, following her scent,

To the back of the store where his every will is spent.

She demands his total focus, his hunger and his pride,

There is nowhere left for him to run, and nowhere left to hide.

She’s so promiscuous, it’s written in her veins,

A wild, promiscuous heart, but she holds all the reins.

For Eloise, love is a drug, and she’s the dealer’s flame,

Promiscuous and powerful, she’s winning every game.

Yes, love is a drug, and she’s the ultimate high.

The city bus is crowded, beneath the neon glow,

She moves with a rhythm only she could know.

Too close against a stranger, she feels the tension rise,

Ignoring all the boundaries, with hunger in her eyes.

She makes them crave the mystery, the shadow, and the light,

The undisputed ruler of the velvet night.

The coastline stretching far, where the sea and sky unite,

She stands upon the dunes, bathed in silver light.

A presence like the ocean, deep and ever vast,

Shadows of the future, echoes of the past.

The tide is turning slowly, responding to her call,

The architect of moments, the ruler of it all.

She’s so promiscuous, it’s written in her veins,

A wild, promiscuous heart, but she holds all the reins.

For Eloise, love is a drug, and she’s the dealer’s flame,

Promiscuous and powerful, she’s winning every game.

Yes, love is a drug, and she’s the ultimate high.

The stars begin to fade as the morning starts to grey,

She lingers for a second before she walks away.

A memory left in motion, a pattern in the sand,

The world is just a map held firmly in her hand.

Eloise is the master, the queen of every space,

Leaving just a mystery in that empty place.

She’s so promiscuous, it’s written in her veins,

A wild, promiscuous heart, but she holds all the reins.

For Eloise, love is a drug, and she’s the dealer’s flame,

Promiscuous and powerful, she’s winning every game.

Yes, love is a drug, and she’s the ultimate high.

Promiscuous...

Love is a drug...

Always in control...