Letras
[Verse 1]
Midnight touches without a name,
Fingers like spells, never twice the same.
You trace me like a secret map,
Whispers falling in my lap.
No rush, no rules, just breath and skin,
Where my shadows end, you begin.
I’m not a fire you can tame—
I’m a ritual dressed in flame.
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t give, I invite—
A dance of hunger and starlight.
You don’t take, you unfold—
A story in silk, fierce and bold.
[Chorus]
This is my velvet ritual,
Slow, divine, and cardinal.
A symphony of yes and maybe,
Every move says touch me, save me.
Wrapped in want, draped in dusk,
Love like incense, rich with musk.
Not a sin, not a crime—
Just two gods collapsing time.
[Verse 2]
Your gaze lingers like red wine,
A taste that stains beyond the line.
I wear desire like perfume’s ghost,
Soft on skin, but haunts the most.
I’m not yours, yet you belong,
In the pause between the wrong.
What we have no words can name—
It’s hunger married to sacred flame.
[Bridge]
Unwrap me like a prophecy,
Read me slow, intentionally.
There’s no rush in sacred art—
Just fingertips that learn the heart.
[Final Chorus]
This is my velvet ritual,
Holy, warm, and mythical.
Eyes closed, soul exposed,
A place where time moves slow.
I give nothing… yet I give all—
In the way my name won't fall.
Not a sin, not a plea—
Just raw, unveiled divinity.