Silk and Sin

You move like smoke under my skin,

Whisper low — I let you in.

Every breath tastes like confession,

Every touch rewrites my sin.

I told myself I’d never drown,

But you drag me softly down.

Wrapped in silk and sin,

You pull me where the light can’t win.

Every line you trace, my blood begins —

You burn me slow,

I let you in.

Your voice is a blade dressed in velvet,

Cuts so clean I almost beg it.

Heaven trembles on your tongue,

While I forget where I’m from.

You’re the ache I crave again,

A prayer that feels like hell-sent rain.

Wrapped in silk and sin,

You pull me where the light can’t win.

Every line you trace, my blood begins —

You burn me slow,

I let you in.

Maybe ruin is another name for love,

Maybe mercy’s never what I’m made of.

If this is poison, pour it in —

Let the fever start again.

Wrapped in silk and sin,

My body’s just your violin.

Play me till the morning dim —

You burn me slow,

I let you in.

(soft reverb echo: “I let you in…”)