[Intro – Regal piano chords, low hum of synth, sound of doors closing behind]
Take your seat, queen…
You don’t have to lift a finger tonight.
This room was made… for your reign.
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[Verse 1]
That silk robe fallin’ off your shoulder,
Feet up, glass in hand, throne gettin’ colder.
Let me warm it with lips, with hands, with breath,
Let me show you what it means to serve to death.
You ain’t gotta ask—I already know,
How to touch, how to taste, how to move real slow.
Your legs the altar, your hips the law,
And I’m down on my knees like I’m in awe.
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[Chorus – Strong, soulful, seductive]
This is the Throne Room, baby—where you rule the night,
Where your pleasure is law, and your moans are right.
Let me crown your thighs with worship and fire,
Let me serve that body like holy desire.
You don’t beg, you command,
And I move with your hand…
’Cause in the Throne Room, baby—
You make me a man.
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[Verse 2]
Every inch of you deserves praise,
From your temple mind to your wined-up sway.
Let me be your scepter, your blade, your stage,
Let me turn your lust into centerpage.
I want you seated, head held high,
While I kiss that crown between your thighs.
No shame, no guilt—just power and trust,
You give the command, and I’ll give you the rush.
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[Chorus – Full band, rising harmonies]
This is the Throne Room, baby—where you own my soul,
Where your touch writes scripture I already know.
Let me lift you with love, bring you peace and heat,
Let my mouth preach worship where your heart and body meet.
You the queen and the flame,
And I honor your name…
’Cause in the Throne Room, baby—
We both play the game.
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[Bridge – Whispered & Sung Alternating, dominant yet soft]
You want control? Take it.
You want silence? I’ll wait.
You want praise? I’ll shout it.
You want fire? I’ll break.
I ain’t afraid to be ruled,
A real king serves too.
And baby in this room,
My kingdom bows to you.
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[Final Chorus – Powerful, slow and dripping with tension]
This is the Throne Room—our sacred sin,
Where I worship the woman you’ve always been.
Take your pleasure, ride your name,
Let the world hear your royal flame.
And when your crown slips down from grace,
I’ll kiss it back into place…
’Cause your throne, my love…
Is my favorite space.
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[Outro – Piano fades, crown drops on velvet]
Still kneelin’.
Still yours.
Forever…
In the Throne Room.
