Nothing Rolls Off The Tongue Like The Word Sociopathy

Every day gets longer than the thousands lived before it,  your love is like a drug and my veins are desperate for  it.
You've got me wrapped round your finger, your wish is my will,
Anything you desire, I'll go in for the kill
Your every flaw is poetry, and I can't help but adore it, every second spent in absence is torture, I abbhor it.

I need a slick hearted woman and a hot pair of shades, I need white hot lust that burns, and never fades,
She has the quickest of wits, sharp as a knife in the heart ,
She can build you up stronger, or fucking tear you apart.

And like sweet mother Mary, the wind cries her name,
But she's far from a virgin, and no stranger to the game.

But there's no fun in playing, with those who don't know the rules, though most fake it anyway, disguised as  non chalant fools.

Your love is just like a needle, as it pierces the skin,
So I  press down on the plunger, and  inject your sweet sultry sin.