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Not Your Prescription


Not Your Prescription - Phillip J Rhoades - 2011 by phillip-j-rhoades

I'm not your prescription, I'm your addiction, the taste of the real sin
You got the conviction, like an affliction, for murderous friction
Just like a hard pill, my movement is all skill, I'm makin your heart spill
Makin' your mind thrill, again and again still, we keepin' the pace 'til-
You better hold on girl, I'm breakin' up your world, makin' your toes curl
Makin' your eyes swirl, like you all high girl, with legs that go higher
we goin' at full bore, and breakin' the head board, pushin' it hardcore
We fallin' on the floor, cops at the back door, but you get on all four
You screamin' my name, like a score at a game, an' forgettin' your shame
With your body in flame, there's no way to be tame, so scream out my fame
You pullin me down there, you keepin' my head square, sayin' you won't share
I'm not your prescription, I'm your addiction, the taste of the real sin
You got the conviction. . .

Honey Of Sleep

The dark honey of sleep
Cloyingly thick
Sweetly persuasive
beckons and suffocates
Yet dreams of you
Disturb this minor death
As I twist and drown
In your eyes
Two lakes of swords
Burn in your words
Oil cast on
the embers of our passion
So madness flies
Until I wake in sweat
that sticks to flesh like blood
Gasping your name

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