(Verse 1) Late night prowl with the chrome in my lap, Silk sheets tangled where the honey just sat. Crimson nails diggin’ grooves in my back, Whisperin’ numbers—that’s the tax on the act. She’s a gambler’s queen with a telltale sigh, Every arch of her spine like a question mark high. I’m stackin’ the chips while she rolls the dice, House always wins—but tonight ain’t nice. (Pre-Chorus) Liquor-stained lips on the neck of the beast, Pray to the neon gods for just one more feast. (Chorus) She said *"Cash or crash, daddy, pick your vice,"* Bible belt loosenin’ round her thighs. I’m a sinner’s tithe in a devil’s lease, Runnin’ red lights where the angels ain’t seen. (Verse 2) Black Cadillac with the trunk full of bass, Her hips keep time like a metronome chase. Cathedral ceilings but we worship low, Holy ghost moans when the organ goes. (Bridge) Swear I saw heaven in the flash of a zipper, Hell was a rumble ’neath the hitch of her hip, yeah. Preachin’ to the choir but they singin’ off-key, Collection plate passin’—she’s takin’ from me. (Outro) Daylight’s a warrant but the night’s still mine, Silk ropes tangle where the law won’t climb. One last hymn ’fore the sirens collide, Amen—*or whatever you call it tonight.* (Verse 1) Spine arched like a question mark, yeah I got answers, Palms pressed on the headboard—splinter danger, Sweat beads race down the dip of your lumbar, Leg lock tighter than a Monday 9-to-5 bummer. (Pre-Chorus) You whisper *"Arch more"*, I’m flexin’ like a gymnast, Sheet grip so tight—fabric’s screamin’ *"I can’t last!"* Breath syncopated, skin on skin percussion, Heartbeat bassline—no need for discussion. (Chorus) My neck, my back—yeah you know where your hands at, Traction like tires when the road’s all wet, black, Counter-clockwise hips, yeah you winding it back, Gravity’s a lie when we’re tangled like that. (Verse 2) Teeth on the collar like a dog with a bone, Nails leave red routes—call it GPS home, You map out the curves with the tip of your tongue, Cartographer of lust—yeah, you painting it hung. (Bridge) Symphony of springs—mattress singin’ falsetto, Neighbors bang the wall like they playin’ staccato, We ain’t even loud—they just jealous of the echo, Two bodies, one shadow—light’s clingin’ like Saran wrap. (Outro) Sunrise peeks in—we ain’t finished yet, Legs shake like a junkie needin’ one more hit, My neck, my back—still your landmark, your atlas, Rewrite the Kama Sutra just to add us.

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