and you bind me tight
sweating - suffocating
in my own private hell of cheap perfume.

And the smell of lust has invaded and raped my senses. 
A slow fog rolls over me - 
Up my thighs, over my ribs 
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.