Touch Me Like That

[Verse 1] Boy, you know you got me twisted, Skin on fire when we’re in it. You talk tough but you listen, When I say, “come fix this, fix this.” Lips drippin’ like honey on the glass, Hands on my waist, keepin’ me in the past. I don’t need love, I need that crash, Pull up on me fast, hit the gas.
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waitin’ on that touch, that sin, You lose yourself every time you win. I don’t care ‘bout wrong or right, Just keep me cravin’ all damn night.
[Chorus] Boy, touch me like that, Run it right back. Kiss it like you own it, ‘Til my heart lose track. Boy, touch me like that, No, you can’t hold back— When you work that body, Ain’t no turnin’ back.
[Verse 2] Got that heat in your eyes, undress me,
Like a match on my skin, come press me.
Run your hands where the heat gon’ rise,
Boy, I ride what I fantasise.
Take my pride, take my breath, Push me right up to the edge. If it’s dangerous, I’ll bet— You the best bad habit I’ve met.
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waitin’ on that touch, that sin, You lose yourself every time you win. I don’t care ‘bout wrong or right, Just keep me screamin’ all damn night.
[Chorus] Boy, touch me like that, Run it right back. Kiss it like you own it, ‘Til my heart lose track. Boy, touch me like that, No, you can’t hold back— When you work that body, Ain’t no turnin’ back.

[Outro] Yeah, uh— Bend it over, make it rain in the drought, He a big dog, gotta chain in his mouth. Mouth on me, now he talk with a slur, Every word just a purr, “yes sir, yes sir.” I don’t do free rides, better gas that tank, If you want this view, gotta break that bank. Drip game cold, yeah, ice on my thigh, Make a grown man beg, “lemme stay one more night.” I’m the flame in the dark, boy, watch me ignite, When I ride, it’s a crime, better read your rights. Put your pride in the trunk, let your hands do the work, ‘Cause I like my men wild and my nights gettin’ dirt.

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Touch me like that

A single line drawn in silence.
She touches the piano, and time yields.
Every note is a whisper of farewell,
a promise to cross what cannot be undone.
Her voice hovers—fragile, glowing—
between memory and becoming.

This is the sound of movement
before it begins.
A soft uprising.
A fluid resistance.
An ache that doesn’t break,
but bends the air into longing.

She doesn’t play the melody—
she becomes it.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

We Move Beyond the Line

What they say about her:

My daughter was born too soon, in a place the mist never leaves.
(I did not hear her cry.)
I heard her sing.
A thin, trembling melody — soft as breath, sharp as a blade.
Since that moment, she has not spoken.
Only at times she whispers… or sings.
And when her voice returns,
it leaves no one standing long enough to recall the words.

She does not hunt.
She waits.
And when her song finds you,
you have already been chosen.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

We Move Beyond the Line

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