Is substance abuse that grim:
the instant I use you lights dim
like they want my muse to trim
her figure in darkness--
Blow the candles out with a kiss:
show a dancehall how to fill a floor with
slow hands-and-all antics
while my mind sinks in you--
Take me deep within nirvana:
make me sleep in a hug sauna
maybe I'd keep in mind on a
frigid Friday night--
So bare with me if I overdose:
Be there lines that blow over my nose,
I care not if they slide me into comatose...
The high that is you,
an ingenue but of substance,
a drug to pursue...
Kill me with an overdose.