BACK IN YOUR CITY

I travel light,
but I travel hard.
When I step inside,
they drop their guard.

Slow unbuttoned breath,
heat in the air.
They pull me closer
like a silent prayer.

(...)
Come feel the pressure.
Open up wider.
Can’t take the pleasure.
Keep begging for fire.
(...)

I don’t speak much,
my hands explain.
There’s a certain rhythm
they can’t contain.

Back arched high,
fingers tight.
They lose their voice
somewhere in the night.

(...)
Come feel the pressure.
Open up wider.
Can’t take the pleasure.
Keep begging for fire.
(...)

I don’t stay long,
but I stay deep.
There are promises
their bodies keep.

Sheets in chaos,
skin on fire.
I give them more
than they require.

(...)
Come feel the pressure.
Open up wider.
Can’t take the pleasure.
Keep begging for fire.
(...)

No chains, no vows,
no morning plea.
But when they ache,
they think of me.

Passport stamped,
pulse still fast.
They always say
I hit different…
...
and I last.

(...)

Come feel the pressure.
(...)
Open up wider.
(...)
Can’t take the pleasure.
(...)
Keep begging for fire.
(...)

Ambient, Aggressive, Male Vocals, Piano, Moderate (76-108 BPM), Romantic