sex

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. . .

I remember your name
And it is you I blame

For the fits at night and the madness in me

When my name slips away
So my thoughts are all stray
You keep me from my dreams
Make me fray at my seams

Tell me, is this madness or are you with me?

Do you recall my name
And is it me you blame

For the fits at night and the madness in you?

As your hips start to sway
Is it my name that you say
In severe primal screams
Is it more than just dreams

Tell me, is this madness or am I with you?

Call my name out now
Show me you know how

There once was a girl named Libbi
Who would say before sex quite glibly
   Please put it in
   when it's hard as tin
And between us the fun we will divvy

You make me want
To twist and writhe in lust
To slide and rub
in passion's friction
Until we crawl
breathless and sweating
to the cool floor
screaming to do it again.

She is intoxicated
With my sunrise package
As I open her wrathful eye
Quietly
And into forgotten shadows
That blossom beneath us
She whispers moans inspired
By my vengeful soldier
She presses up
Begs with strong hips
For smooth moments
And rough movements
This is our perfect
Violence