Fleeting Fire

Speedin’ down the highway, leather seats and heated breath,

He’s drivin’ with one hand, the other slidin’ down my dress.

City lights are flickerin’, but his eyes are on my lips,

Every curve I’ve tried to hide, he’s readin’ with his fingertips.

We pull up to the party, but he pins me by the door,

Arms around my waistline like he’s claimin’ something more.

Whispers, “You’re mine tonight,” voice low against my ear—

And the way my body answers makes my conscience disappear.

He’s a fleeting fire, burnin’ slow beneath my skin,

Got a good man waitin’ home, but he don’t touch me like this sin.

I’m torn between the life I sell and the truth I can’t deny—

This bad boy’s got his hands on me, and I can’t tell him goodbye.

Yeah, he’s danger… but that danger gets me high.

We walk into the room, and he’s followin’ every sway,

Eyes dark like he’s undressin’ me from half a world away.

I pretend I’m innocent, pretend I ain’t givin’ in—

But the second he leans closer, I forget where I’ve been.

He pulls me to his chest, breath warm, my pulse ablaze,

His touch is poetry written in all the words I can’t say.

He don’t fit the life I live, but he fits me in the night—

And the way he grips my hips has got me losin’ every fight.

He’s a fleeting fire, burnin’ slow beneath my skin,

Got a good man waitin’ home, but he don’t touch me like this sin.

I’m torn between the image that I fight to keep intact,

And the bad boy who keeps pullin’ me right off my tracks.

Yeah, he’s danger… but that danger pulls me back.

Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the way he says my name,

Maybe I just want someone who don’t play it safe or tame.

Maybe I’m addicted to the thrill he brings to life—

Even if I know tomorrow I’ll be back to livin’ right.

So speed it up, baby, take the wheel and take your time—

’Cause tonight I’m lettin’ go of every line I swore was mine.

I’ll wake up in the morning actin’ like it wasn’t deep…

But these secrets that we make are the kind we never keep.