to me, her name was Valentine 
strapped up black heels and no sense of the time 

"care to join for a drink?", I had to politely decline 

if I could not be under her skirt, and drink her, there'd be no point in wine

I could not trust her 

but I knew very well that I still had a lust for her 

 seducing me was half of her intention
driving me mad, for her, was a constant reinvention