A slow-burn noir: two lovers script. The lyrics track the razor-thin line between danger and trust, every breath monitored, every move invited, turning the illusion of surrender into an electrifying duet.
Her breaths like soft whispers in the night
She's tempted by her silhouette
Thoughts of desire fill her sight
I sneak my hand up her skirt
Without her consent, I'm working my charm
Oh what a dirty game we play
As she sleeps through it all, not even a murmur
The blanket's up above her thighs
She doesn't know what's in store
I move my fingers slow and steady
My heart racing like the hands on the clock
I sneak my hand up her skirt
Without her consent, I'm working my charm
Oh what a dirty game we play
As she sleeps through it all, not even a murmur
Her friend doesn't deserve this
But my mind won't let go of this thrill
My fingers find her wet and willing
I make her squirm and writhe in her sleep
I sneak my hand up her skirt
Without her consent, I'm working my charm
Oh what a dirty game we play
As she sleeps through it all, not even a murmur
Her dreams are filled with forbidden pleasure
And I can't resist this double life
We keep this secret locked away tight
Another page in our private diary
Her dreams are filled with forbidden pleasure
And I can't resist this double life
We keep this secret locked away tight
Another page in our private diary
Her dreams are filled with forbidden pleasure
And I can't resist this double life
We keep this secret locked away tight
Her dreams are filled with forbidden pleasure
And I can't resist this double life
We keep this secret locked away tight
Another page in our private diary
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