Napoleon's Battle Plan
She runs in the circles of Donna's body, tainting those lines once belonging to him with her tongue, making them her own.
She conquers the skin and the pleasures, and Donna's moans fill her mind with her own name:
AmyAmyAmy.
Amy.
She didn't think they'd end up like this, tongues and legs and freedom from him. Amy thinks now, in the back of her mind, that she'd like to see how this plays out.
AmyAmyAmy. Again and again;
('til she's dizzy and intoxicated, 'til there's that chill again and she stops running.)
And maybe it was bound to have happened.