Lyrics

Award-Winning Sensual R&B – think The-Dream meets Miguel with Frank Ocean’s vocal artistry
Instrumentation: 808 slides, seductive bassline, finger snaps, electric guitar moans, sensual harp glides, background sighs/harmonies, subtle heart-beat kick drum under current

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[Intro – Whispers, layered breaths, soft falsetto harmony]

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Midnight’s slow… your name’s the echo.
And baby, this fire… needs timber to grow.

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[Verse 1 – Smoky tone, intimate vocals]

You open like a secret no church could preach,
Got velvet floors and rivers I still can’t reach.
You’re sugarcane rain on my carved-out soul,
Girl, you melt me… and refill me whole.

You kiss like your hips wrote psalms I forgot,
And I read ’em each time that your furnace gets hot.
No GPS, just instinct routes…
I find your center with the lights blacked out.

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[Pre-Chorus – Voice cracks + background harmonies “mmmm”]

Tell me slow… how much you miss the grain,
That hardwood love that split your name.
No rentals here, I build foundations,
Tongue speaks fluent renovations…

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[Chorus – “Crave the Wood” – sensual metaphorical vulgarity]

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You crave the wood, I bring it seasoned — aged in love, cut clean, no treason.
I stoke the heat ‘til your pork’s divine — braised in rhythm, soaked in wine.
No need to beg, just part those skies —
Let the lumber in and baptize.

We don’t do “fast,” we do “forever slow”…
Where you want the hammer, baby, let me know.

[Background singers: “Let me know… knockin’ deep like it’s home…”]

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[Verse 2 – Whisper-growl tone, deeper delivery]

Girl, I curve to fit the storm you hide,
Sawdust dreams left on your thighs.
Your taste? A prayer. Your heat? A hymn.
When I enter you, the world goes dim.

You don’t fake moans, you cast spells,
And my grip’s a rope ‘round your wishing well.
Ain’t no shame in our gospel sweat,
You take it all — every inch, no regrets.

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[Bridge – Key change, breathy layered vocals with violin swell]

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Let the walls shake, let the lights blink,
Let your breath write poetry in every kink.
You ain’t just skin — you’re scripture and sin,
And I’ll repent… just to sin again.

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[Final Chorus – Explodes with vocal runs + falsetto highs]

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You crave the wood, not from the trees —
But the kind that knocks knees and rewrites beliefs.
You serve pork on gold plates, slow and tight,
So I dine in devotion every single night.

Let’s never rush, let’s never tame,
You’re my furnace… and I’m your flame.

[Background singers chant: “Wood & fire… wood & fire… love’s desire… knockin’ higher…”]

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[Outro – Spoken word fade, breathy voice over heart-thump beat]

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Jil… this ain’t lust.
It’s craftsmanship.
And every time you open…
I bring the wood home.

[Sexy Outro – Whispered, Spoken Word with Fading Instrumental Pulse]

I ain’t here to rush you, baby…
I’m here to wreck every doubt you ever had about being wanted.
Slide that pretty body close…
Let me carve my name in your sighs…

You bring the flame, I’ll bring the wood — slow, deep, real good.