Polygon

She always wants him.
She now wants his friend.
She used to want his sister.
She begins to see a trend.

He's got the face.
She's got the charm.
He's got the money.
She rings the alarm.

Four way polygon.
Three-ways smart.
One part taboo.
Eyes, furtive, dart.

Shoot that whiskey.
Come upstairs.
Have some cake.
Don't forget the eclairs.

Let's hang out and smile.
And pretend it's all fine.
When the thoughts in our heads.
Explode like landmines.