He Don’t Know Yet

Mm… yeah.

Come here, baby.

You don’t even know what you do to me…

But you will.

He my weakness, my fire, my late-night truth,

When his hands on my body feel like déjà vu.

Every move that he makes got me breathin’ in deep,

Tryna keep it together but my pulse won’t sleep.

When he lays me down slow and he leans in close,

Got my fingers in his back like I’m losing control.

I tremble when he whispers right next to my ear—

That kind of shiver that says, baby, keep me here.

He don’t know yet, but he feelin’ my claim,

The way I melt for him when he says my name.

Got me losin’ every inch of control—

Let him teach me how to follow where the fire wanna go.

He don’t know yet, but he gon’ be mine,

Got me archin’ when his body’s pressed to mine.

My world in his hands when our rhythm aligns—

And no one else is ever touchin’ what’s mine.

He don’t know yet… but he feelin’ that tone,

’Cause I never made a sound like that before.

He don’t know yet—

But he will when he takes it slow.

Got my lips on his neck, now I’m whisperin’ “stay,”

And the way I move my hips sayin’ more than my face.

I don’t beg, but my breath tell a whole damn truth—

A touch like his cuts straight through my cool.

He presses me close, lets the moment unfold,

Got my nails in his arms like I’m losing control.

I’m his in the dark, I’m his in the light—

And I crave what he gives every time that he bites.

He don’t know yet, but he feelin’ my claim,

The way I melt for him when he says my name.

Got me losin’ every inch of control—

Let him teach me how to follow where the fire wanna go.

He don’t know yet, but he gon’ be mine,

Got me archin’ when his body’s pressed to mine.

My world in his hands when our rhythm aligns—

And no one else is ever touchin’ what’s mine.

He don’t know yet… but he feelin’ that tone,

’Cause I never made a sound like that before.

He don’t know yet—

But he will when he takes it slow.

Yeah…

Let me pull you closer, feel your breath on my throat.

Slide your hands on my waist, let my heartbeat show.

You ain’t used to somebody who can need you like this—

Who can turn a single touch to a full-body wish.

But I can… and I will…

’Cause baby, you were made for my hands to feel.

He don’t know yet, but he gon’ be mine,

I’ll have him sayin’ every word without tryin’.

His body answers every question of mine—

Yeah, he made for this touch, this design.

He don’t know yet, but he soon gon’ see

What it really feels like when he’s over me.

He don’t know yet—

But he will… oh, he will.