LINES - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Pulled up slow, night drippin’ in gold

Shadows lean close, secrets unfold

Your lips brushed mine, but your eyes said more

A whisper low: “let’s step through that door”

White laid out on a trembling curve

Breath on my neck, I forget what I deserve

Your body turned, heat in the cold

Every touch felt like a story I was told

Couch lights goes dark...

Couch lights dim, you slide into my space

Blanket falls slow, like it’s hiding our disgrace

Your hands talk louder than the drinks we shared

Every move certain, like you’d always been prepared

Powder spills soft on the lines of my skin

You lean in deeper, pulling me in

Breathing the high, we forget who we are

Two strangers burning in a borrowed car

Couch lights goes dark...

You held the camera like a lover’s face

Watching yourself while I kept the pace

Lines from my chest, your mouth in bloom

The air grew thick in that crowded room

Every high another reason to stay

Every sound told me not to look away

Three times you fell, then reached again

Like the night itself was our only friend

Couch lights goes dark...

Skin and sin, in the afterglow

Every frame plays in my mind slow

We never spoke what we both knew

That night was built just for me and you

Couch lights are dimmed...