Candlelit Elevator

Four… three… two… lips close to the mic—“come through.”

Velvet on my collar, city humming low,

Dimmer kissing shadows where the orchids grow.

Keys on the table, heels trace a line,

Follow every footstep till your hands find mine.

Lift doors slide, we’re alone in chrome,

Candle in my voice saying “make this home.”

Pulse in your palm, soft neon tide,

If you want the view, push twelve—let’s ride.

Say the word—draw the blinds,

Meet me where your heartbeat aligns.

Skin to silk, slow combine,

Tonight we color outside the lines.

Close, closer—warm and fine,

Let the horns underline every sign.

If you’re in, I’m your design—

Press and hold, then cross the line.

Mmm—ah—glide… slide… midnight on the inside.

Lip-print constellation on a crystal rim,

Gold-thread laughter—lights getting dim.

Hands read scripture down my spine in braille,

Every little whisper is a signed inhale.

Take the corner booth in the clouds above,

Tablecloth moonlight, first taste of love.

One more floor and the room will bloom—

Ring the brass and erase the room.

Satin with a backbone, cherry on the proof,

I negotiate hunger on a mirrored roof.

눈 맞춰—eyes talk—no interpreter,

Tempo in the hip, I’m the courier.

If the night’s a vault, I know the code,

Lay the rhythm down—watch it overload.

Hush… let the air turn wine,

Trace my name where your stars align.

Breath to breath, we blur the seam,

Hold me close and tilt the scene.

Say the word—draw the blinds,

Meet me where your heartbeat aligns.

Skin to silk, slow combine,

Tonight we color outside the lines.

Close, closer—warm and fine,

Let the horns underline every sign.

If you’re in, I’m your design—

Press and hold—then cross the line.

Clap—step—turn—freeze.

One last look—release.

Elevator bell—soft ring—

blackout… strings.