Verse 1
The ice chill of your hypnotic gaze,
The threat of your accent promising sin and luring me in.
You lean back like you’ve already won,
Like temptation’s a game you’ve always been meant to win.
Your silence louder than a crowded room,
Your shadow stretching across my skin.
I tell myself I’m disciplined,
But discipline trembles when you step in.
Pre-Chorus
We don’t touch.
We don’t speak what’s hanging in the air.
But the tension’s a living thing between us,
Breathing heavy, saying dare.
Chorus
I am a woman of my word that I would never,
But say the word and I will scream your name as if it was my final words.
I look the Saint but with you I imagine
Me committing to the most beautiful sin who stands poised and proud.
We play the line like a violin string,
Pulled so tight it almost sings.
Heaven in my mouth, hell in my lungs,
We don’t move… but God, we want to.
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Verse 2
You circle slow like you’ve studied my pulse,
Counting every breath I fail to hide.
Your voice low velvet edged with danger,
A quiet riot I feel inside.
I hold my glass like it anchors me,
Like crystal can cool this heat.
But your eyes say you already know
Exactly how I’d fall at your feet.
Pre-Chorus
We don’t break.
We don’t let the fire win.
But every look is a loaded question,
And every answer tastes like sin.
Chorus
I am a woman of my word that I would never,
But say the word and I will scream your name as if it was my final words.
I look the Saint but with you I imagine
Me committing to the most beautiful sin who stands poised and proud.
Hands steady, heartbeat loud,
Two halos tilted toward the ground.
We don’t fall… we hover there,
Addicted to the almost.
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Bridge
If desire is a cathedral,
You’re the echo in the nave.
If virtue is a crown I wear,
You’re the hand that makes it sway.
No kisses.
No confessions.
Just glances sharp enough to bruise.
We don’t need to cross the line
To feel like we already do.
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Final Chorus
I am a woman of my word that I would never,
But say the word and I will scream your name as if it was my final words.
I look the Saint but with you I imagine
Me committing to the most beautiful sin who stands poised and proud.
We don’t touch.
We don’t speak.
We let the wanting wrap around us.
One breath away from ruin,
Still choosing not to.
Yet.
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