and you bind me tight. sweating - suffocating in my own private hell of cheap perfume. Until the smell of lust has invaded and raped my senses... A slow fog rolls over me. Up my thighs, over my chest and again it brings me to you. I am your rhyme. I am your reason. I am your voiced contagion. I am your blood. I am your god. I am your tainted addiction.
ooohhhh yeah....... The one's like this always are. We're not together anymore, but I wrote it a good while after we went our seperate ways..... good times....
