I run on adrenalin
twenty-four seven.
I can kick ***,
take no prisoners
& softly kiss,
rub my fingers
delicately,
through your hair.

And you say,
you want *******,
can taste
my pheromones
in the air.

Then go ahead tough girl,
open your shut door
wide,
quit hidin',
I'll play your
silly little game.

But darling,
don't you blame me
if I taint you.
My adrenalin's addictive
& you'll want more,
of that I'm sure.
'Cause I'm a chemical,
a chemical you
cannot resist.