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Well I broke, I wrote a song
About our love, and how its strong
How your kisses keep me warm.
And even when I make you cry,
I’ll still sing you lullabies.
Make those grey clouds bright blue skies.
Because you’re the cocaine in my veins.

This is something I regret
Not confessing how I felt,
How my heart beats quicker still.
So melt your body into mine,
Become as one over time,
Lord shake her bones and make her mine.
Because you’re the cocaine in my veins.

And darlin the dirt beneath your feet,
And the scars that line your knees,
Are what keep me moving on, are what keep me moving on.
When broken down out on the streets,
And not a sign that I can see
You’re the compass that I need.

You’re the cocaine inside my blood stream
You’re the bright light, the constant moon beam
You’re the north wind that will carry me home.

You’re the woman I’ve been looking for
Because you’re the cocaine in my veins

- Joshua James

The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love

Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me

I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva couldn’t re-create

Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then

Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place

As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy

My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual

I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really

Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told

You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you
You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again

My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
I
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual

jose nunez

His music is soothing, calming, beautiful….melodic.  Well written. I wish I had written these lyrics.

“And the hurt that made you humble wanna write about

Is the love that made you crumble from the inside out” -rich price  

The other day I called my ex-husband just to tell him something.  It wasn’t about my son. It was something that I wanted probably to boast about.  His response was cheerful and he was happy for me.  I wish I could lie and say it didn’t matter, but it did.  It mattered and it was ok.  It was like opening a yearbook and remembering …finally…something good.

And I turned my car around that bend 

One moment made me release the pain amen 

Instead of seeing hell in the rearview mirror 

I saw the future, bright and beautiful again 

I put my foot on the pedal 

And pushed down swift 

I turned my gaze from the past 

And I moved on, seemingly quick 

Acceptance that it’s ok 

For me to carry a piece on and on 

It’s not necessary 

to cut off, and ok that something’s gone 

Independence tattooed her name 

Deep on my soul 

Trepidation left me speechless 

But now I am whole 

trouble comes to our house
every other week
first you and then me
with a tear on our cheek
over and over the same mistakes
how many last straws till it breaks
oh, we make love so hard
we make love so hard 

scratching at the old wounds
laying blame
calling up the old ghosts
taking names
over and over same mistakes
how many close calls can we shake 

oh, we make love so hard
oh, we make love so hard 

it doesn’t have to be this way
we’ve seen better days 

oh, we make love so hard
oh, we make love so hard
oh, we make love so hard
why do we make love so hard 

-Darden Smith 

One part of me just wants to tell you everything
One part just needs the quiet
And if I’m lonely here, I’m lonely here
And on the telephone
You offer reassurance

I will not take these things for granted

How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry
It needs a strength I haven’t found
But if its frightening, Ill bear the cold
And on the telephone
You offer warm asylum

I’m listening
Flowers in the garden
Laughter in the hall
Children in the park
I will not take these things for granted
Anymore

To crawl inside the wire and feel something near me
To feel this accepting
That it is lonely here, but not alone
And on the telephone
You offer visions dancing

I’m listening
Music in the bedroom
Laughter in the hall
Dive into the ocean
Singing by the fire
Running through the forest
And standing in the wind
In rolling canyons

I will not take these things for granted 

Toad the Wet Sprocket