Lyrics

///**B flat minor key, female spoken word, soul, trip hop, drum and bass, clarinet, 80 bpm**///

The room is red and dark and smells
of vanilla, the sheets softer than skin.
She waits for him, knowing exactly how
he’s watched her, all quiet, all shy.

Her fingers trace the words she wrote,
the paper now crumpled, touched by him,
her body on fire before the door creaks,
she knows he’s here, hesitant, a shadow.

Candles flicker, wax melting like desire,
she lies back, exposing herself to the night,
challenging him to be more than he is,
daring him to take what she freely offers.

His hands tremble, but she pulls him in,
whispers sins in his ear, all dark and sweet,
tells him to show her, to make her believe,
he’s a man who can handle the wild in her.

She describes her wants, sharp as knives,
and waits, for him to bend or to break,
she wants to see if he’ll refuse her call,
but his breath catches, and he drills in.

she spreads her legkggs whyde the penkk puzsszzzeysi in full view
Her klettty klet klett large and swollen like a cawq
he's rising but blushing it's time to wreck his manwreck
him
inside her give it hawwrd and strong in make her see what he can do Candles flicker, wax drips slow,

Her lips curve as she moans,
mmmmm mmm yessssssss ahhhhhhhhhhh yes yes mmmmmhmmmmmmm_ ah....ahh..ahhhh...ooooooh debbiee is so wet she whispers in the dark. ayyyyyyyy uh-huh OoooooOoooooooo yassessyesyes yaaaasss
puht youe tunnncg on it lek it lek it soff
now suhhk owen it . yes.

eeeeeeeewwwwwww oooooooh
aw.aw.aw.aw.awwwwwww
I'm gonna ck-hummmmmmmmm
Ck-huuuuuummm.
Ooooooh. Let it drop n drip

In
Your mowth. boi yessssssss drink

in and out hard give it to her like she wants it, ya just like that
She wants him to use it like he's trying to break her mature pop puffy poosie kcat the big kleht waves round
By the end, he's breathless, a man undone, But she laughs, a low, teasing sound, "It was okay," she says, slipping on her dress,


The door clicks shut, her heels echo away,
and he’s left in a room that’s still burning,
but the laugh that escapes hiss lips,
is warm, rich, rolling like the tide.

Miss Debbie hears it as she passes by,
and she wonders what secret he holds,
as he leans back, smiles at the ceiling,
his body still humming, his mind alive.