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. . .

You think
My smooth face
Means I'm calm, but
Inside
everything
is screaming
All
the broken pieces
Are wailing
A chorus
Of panic
Because of you

When you open your mouth
All I hear is your scream
When you tear me apart
All I feel is release
I can't stand to see you sit there
I can't look at you staring
Run away, run away before we die

exquisitely naked
i bite and spank
her body fiercely
she is frantic
with violent pleasure
wailing perfect love
a fevered tremble
begs me to stroke
her liquid agony
a smooth scream
whispers please
pound harder
as i burn wild
between embrace
and animal sex