Lyrics

[Icy breath FX, soft moan trail, clock ticking L channel]
I still remember how you sounded…
when I slid so deep,
you forgot your name.
[Whisper last line directly into mic with wet delay]

[Low tone, seductive]
That soft gasp? That tremble?
I play them on repeat.
Your body was the clock.
And I broke time… on purpose.
[Sub-bass pulse builds beneath this stanza]

[Pause, then speak slowly, breath-heavy]
Just to stay inside you longer.

[Add faint echo on “longer”]
I watched your hips speak in stutters,
your breath lose its rhythm.
You said “don’t stop” like a prayer
and I listened…
but I sinned anyway.
[Moan pad fades in, filtered]

[Whispered, like lips brushing ear]
My tongue teased up your thigh like scripture,
pausing just below salvation.
You twitched.
I smiled.
You moaned.
I owned it.

[Add wet reverb trail to “owned it”]
I kissed the spot where your thoughts disappear.
You said “right there” —
but baby, I was already deeper
than there ever was.

[Pacing slows—long pauses between lines]
I took my time like I was punishing the hour.
Grind slow…
Pull out…
Just enough to make your soul beg
before I fill you again with silence and heat.
[Heartbeat FX swells faintly under “fill you”]

[Build vocal pressure]
Your back arched.
I followed it like a path to God.
You looked back at me like I was dangerous.
Good.
Because I was.

[Use low rasp for next lines]
You said you couldn’t take it—
but you wrapped around me tighter.
You told me “don’t finish yet…”
as if that choice belonged to you.
[Breath FX left channel on final line]

[Breathy vocal + finger snap rhythm returns]
My hand on your neck.
Your thighs shaking like confession.
Your mouth open,
but all that came out was…
me.
[Stutter FX on “me” for cinematic touch]

[Smoldering tone, like claiming her]
Your walls whispered every answer.
I felt them pull—
not just my body,
but my madness, my love, my name.

[Build up into tension]
I kissed your lips and made your heart stall.
Then I kissed lower and made it race again.
Then lower.
Then deeper.
[Reverse FX + low moan swirl in background]

[Slow, controlled delivery – climax of Part 1]
Trapped in time.
No clocks.
No rules.
Just you.
Just me.
Just this rhythm.
Just this sin we keep reliving.
[Clock tick fades out. Breath trail echoes final word: “reliving…”]