Verse 1
She smells like perfume and trouble mixed tight,
Soft curves under denim, catching low light.
She tucks her hair back, exposes her neck,
God, she does that shit like she knows the effect.
Her thigh pressed close in that casual way,
Like she’s not wrecking my focus, like I’m okay.
She asks if I’m cold, puts her jacket on me—
Yeah, real fucking generous, teasing me sweet.
Pre-Chorus
She’s all silk voice and wicked intent,
Says my name slow, watches how I bend.
I pretend I’m calm, but she reads me clean,
Every thought I’m having written all over me.
Chorus
Don’t touch yet—girl, don’t you dare,
I wanna feel the want hanging thick in the air.
You pull back smiling like you know I’m weak,
Yeah, you fuck me up best when you don’t even speak.
Don’t touch yet, let me burn in my skin,
Let your hips say the things your hands haven’t said yet.
God, you look so good when you make me wait—
Don’t touch yet… fuck, you’re my favorite mistake.
Verse 2
Her nails are painted, dragging slow on my arm,
Not enough to ruin me, just enough to cause harm.
She says, “You okay?” with that sideways grin,
Like she’s not undressing me under my skin.
She leans in close, lips near my ear,
Whispers something dumb just to keep me right here.
I swear she loves how I bite my tongue,
Trying to be good when I don’t want to be one.
Pre-Chorus
Her laugh’s low, a little unfair,
She knows I’m spiraling, she doesn’t care.
Says, “Be patient, baby,” like that won’t kill me—
Like I won’t melt right here if she keeps teasing.
Chorus
Don’t touch yet—girl, don’t you dare,
I wanna feel the want hanging thick in the air.
You pull back smiling like you know I’m weak,
Yeah, you fuck me up best when you don’t even speak.
Don’t touch yet, let me burn in my skin,
Let your hips say the things your hands haven’t said yet.
God, you look so good when you make me wait—
Don’t touch yet… fuck, you’re my favorite mistake.
Bridge
She calls me pretty when I’m losing control,
Says she likes it better when I let myself go.
Her hand on my waist—but just barely there,
Like she’s daring me to move, daring me to care.
She smells like heat, like summer and sin,
And I’m done pretending I don’t want in.
Breakdown
I say, “You’re evil,” she says, “I know,”
Bites her lip slow, steals my fucking soul.
I roll my eyes, she steps real close—
Yeah, she loves this power, loves it the most.
Final Chorus
Don’t touch yet—stay right there,
Let the tension snap in your dangerous stare.
If I give in first, I’ll take the blame,
But you’re the one playing this dirty game.
Don’t touch yet, just look at me,
Tell me all the things you’re about to do to me.
Fuck being good, fuck waiting in place—
Don’t touch yet… or do. I trust your taste.
Outro
She finally moves and I laugh like, “shit,”
Worth every second of wanting this.
AmaraAi
