The stillborn cap your knees at midnight

In the sack: Lemon and orange

Wet: A tiny gulp of Lymon, like you might get from a 28cl bottle of Sprite, when you had wanted a real beverage instead.

Dry down: Olive oiled HARD.

The touch: The discarded husks of a bygone era.

The feel: In a power vacuum, those least deserving will sally forth to claim their prize.

The magic of our lives: Eh.

Final verdict: Neh.