Spasms and Orgasms

You talk in metaphors, I answer in sins

Keep your distance, but you drink me in

You say we’re dangerous—yeah, maybe that’s true

But God knows I’d rather burn than never taste you

You trace my name with your eyes when you think I don’t see

Say you don’t do feelings—but baby, you’re doing me

In your head, at night, in the dark, in the heat

Every word from your lips comes with gritted teeth

Spasms and orgasms—we barely even touched

But you’ve already broken me, and I still want too much

Tension like a promise we don’t know how to keep

When we finally go there, it won’t be clean—it’ll be deep

You call it banter—I hear confessions

Each tease a blueprint of your obsessions

You say “not tonight,” but your soul disagrees

And baby, you ghost me, but dream of me screaming

I know your type—you love like a thief

Only steal what you swear you’ll never need

But I see the way your pupils dilate

Like you’re waiting for the day we detonate

Spasms and orgasms—we’ve barely even touched

But I know your breath stutters every time I make you blush

This isn’t lust—it’s a war we didn’t start

And when we cross that line, I’ll carve my name in your heart

When we collide, it won’t be sweet

It’ll be teeth and tongue, bruised knees, no sleep

You’ll hate how much you need me inside

But baby, you’ve been begging in disguise

“You talk like control, but your voice is a moan

And I talk like I’m fine—but I want you alone”

Spasms and orgasms—don’t lie to yourself

You’ve already stripped me with every look you’ve dealt

One day we’ll break—and I hope it’s a sin

Because I’ll make sure you never feel safe in your skin again