An intense and obsessive ballad exploring the dangerous infatuation of an athlete for her coach. The song blurs the lines between mentorship and desire, painting a picture of a power dynamic where 'commands' fuel a private world of fantasy, surrender, and 'transgression' that plays out in the solitude of the locker room and the 'thrill of the game.'
He owns me, body and soul
With every command my desire grows
His touch, a spark, a burning fire
Consuming me, my hips catch fire
He's my coach, my obsession
My heart's desire, my sweet possession
His voice, my master, my heart's guide
In the thrill of the game, I ride high
In the solitude, I crave his touch
Masturbating, my longing grows so much
Fantasies of him, my mind's delight
My body trembles in the darkness I ignite
His gaze has touched my heart's desire
In the heat of the game, my passion takes flight
He's my coach, my obsession
With every beat, my love's possession
His guidance, my body's crave
In the rush of the race, I enslave
In the heat of the moment, I surrender
His love, his touch, my body's tender
I'll take what I want, I'll claim my prize
In the thrill of the game, I'll meet his eyes
Post-practice in the locker room seclusion
My mind drifts to a carnal conclusion
His love my desire, my body's demand
In the silence I imagine, my fantasy expands
He's my coach, my obsession
Together our love's transgression
His passion, my body's need
In the rush of the race, we'll succeed
In the heat of the moment, I surrender
His love, his touch, my body's tender
I'll take what I want, I'll claim my prize
In the thrill of the game, I'll meet his eyes
In the heat of the moment, I surrender
His love, his touch, my body's tender
I'll take what I want, I'll claim my prize
In the thrill of the game, I'll meet his eyes
With every command my desire grows
His touch, a spark, a burning fire
Consuming me, my hips catch fire
He's my coach, my obsession
My heart's desire, my sweet possession
His voice, my master, my heart's guide
In the thrill of the game, I ride high
In the solitude, I crave his touch
Masturbating, my longing grows so much
Fantasies of him, my mind's delight
My body trembles in the darkness I ignite
His gaze has touched my heart's desire
In the heat of the game, my passion takes flight
He's my coach, my obsession
With every beat, my love's possession
His guidance, my body's crave
In the rush of the race, I enslave
In the heat of the moment, I surrender
His love, his touch, my body's tender
I'll take what I want, I'll claim my prize
In the thrill of the game, I'll meet his eyes
Post-practice in the locker room seclusion
My mind drifts to a carnal conclusion
His love my desire, my body's demand
In the silence I imagine, my fantasy expands
He's my coach, my obsession
Together our love's transgression
His passion, my body's need
In the rush of the race, we'll succeed
In the heat of the moment, I surrender
His love, his touch, my body's tender
I'll take what I want, I'll claim my prize
In the thrill of the game, I'll meet his eyes
In the heat of the moment, I surrender
His love, his touch, my body's tender
I'll take what I want, I'll claim my prize
In the thrill of the game, I'll meet his eyes
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