That Drug

Afflicted...addicted to that stuff that wet dreams are made of.

On an endless high and the end is nigh if I don't try to force a quick withdrawal and attempt to stall the inevitable

From one thigh to the other and everything in between I suppress a scream for MORE...MORE

If you can do nothing else for me the least you can do is give me more of what I need and what I want and what I crave or I'll rant and rave for MORE!!

Coming down...settling down...we both may drown in the sweat and tears and booze that seeps from my pores to yours and back and forth and back and forth and in and out and out and in...this may be a sin but it is mine and I own it

I bought it with my body, I possess it in my mind, I tattoo my name upon it and write it in my rhyme

My passion, my obsession, my drug of choice that I'll rally for til I have no voice is you