Brat

Steam hang thick in the break of day,

Head shaved slick, jaw locked in place.

Hot water run down spine real slow,

Door clicks shut - I already know.

You step in close but you don't touch skin,

That brat-girl smile like you're baitin' sin.

Finger trace where the water slides,

Across my chest down both my sides.

You test that line, then pull away,

Love that edge where control don't stay.

Switch in your blood, fight in your stare,

You don't hand it over - make me earn it there.

You shove my shoulder, half a grin,

Darin' the man to cage you in.

You laugh when I close that space,

Like you crave that pressure on your waist.

You don't bow, you don't fold,

But your breath gets tight when my grip holds.

You're a brat with a rebel spark,

Scratch and shove just to leave your mark.

Tension wired till the whole thing snaps,

Hands locked firm - no stepin' back.

You fight for control, teeth grit tight,

But you burn for a man who can win that fight.

Guitars scream and the low end pounds,

You only fall when I take that ground.

You twist away then press back in,

Say "prove it" low with that wicked grin.

Every move just one more test,

Push my chest like I ain't the best.

I grab your wrist - you push again,

Love that edge right before you bend.

Not about soft, not about sweet,

It's about who stands on both damn feet.

Breath short... pulse fast...

You hold that stare like it won't last...

You're a brat with a wild-eyed grin,

Fight all day but love givin' in.

Push and pull till the walls shake loose,

Fast rock rush when the fuse gets lit.

You don't surrender soft or slow,

Gotta be strong just to run that show.

Steam fades thin in the daylight air...

Brat girl smilin' - still standin' there.