Lust Sick blues ..part 2

Soul strums deeper, heartbeat skips, twistin' up truth with lips in eclipse,

She a patient caught in the haze, I’m scripted scripts, playin’ lust in a maze,

Her blues ain't love, just a smoky ghost, shadows dance tight, but love ain't the host,

She scratches my surface, dig for the clues—doctor on call for them lust sick blues.

Don’t call it love, it's a chemical jam,

Prescription pad drip, got the ink in hand,

She don't want hearts, she want fire to fuse,

I’m her medication for them lust sick blues.

Stethoscope scope out the thrill in her tone,

Pulse races wild when she's deep in my zone,

She hunts like wolves under sapphire skies,

Cures bite deep when the dim light spies.

I ain't Cupid, I’m straight E.R.,

Emergency love in a cocktail jar,

Whisper her ache, exhale bittersweet fumes,

She calls me the fix for them lust sick blues.

Don’t call it love, it's only lust the lust sick blues,t's a runaway train,

A famine for hearts but a feast for pain,

She don’t need roses, just fades and hues,

I’m her medication for them lust sick blues.

Night shifts fade, hourglass grit,

She's caught in my rhythm but rejects the fit,

We ain't tangled in a storybook muse,

Medicine cabinet screaming "Lust sick blues!"