[Intro – microwave beep, bed creak, lip smack]
“You hungry, baby? Good… I brought dessert.”
[Verse 1]
You got buns like brioche, thighs like stew,
I’m a late-night freak with a taste for you.
Drippin’ like honey on a waffle bed,
Makin’ messes with my mouth instead.
Fridge light flickers, your body glows,
I want that snack you never show.
Cherry lips and cookie dough sighs,
You whisper, “Eat,” and I don’t ask why.
[Chorus]
Midnight snack pack, sweet and slick,
I lick you down like a magic trick.
You moan like syrup, arch like cream,
I dine in your five-star dream.
Snack pack, no wrapper, no shame —
You the menu, I know your name.
[Verse 2]
Spread like jam on a croissant curve,
You shake with spice, I lose my nerve.
You said, “Dessert comes after sin,”
So I dove right in and wore that grin.
Pop rocks tingle on your tongue,
You taste like chaos — young and sprung.
I treat that peach like it’s gourmet,
Ain’t no leftovers when I play.
[Chorus]
Midnight snack pack, served in lace,
With a forked tongue and zero grace.
You melt like butter, I lick the seam,
Your kitchen’s hot, I steam the dream.
Snack pack, baby, no regrets —
You come in waves, I pay in sweats.
[Bridge – beat slows, then kicks back in
Oven preheated, time to bake,
You on the counter — double-take.
Candlelit bites in a feast of moans,
You fed my soul and broke my bones.
[Final Chorus – all-in funky horns and gospel backup]
Midnight snack pack, bite by bite,
I’ll crave you past the morning light.
You’re the craving I never lack —
Baby, you my midnight snack.
[Outro – lip smack, fridge slams shut]
“Ain’t nothin’ left… but your scent on my tongue.”
