« Je l’aime trop pour en être jaloux, j’ai pris le parti d’en être fier. »_ Cette phrase, signée Choderlos de Laclos dans *Les Liaisons dangereuses*, dit tout. Elle désarme les conventions, renverse les idées reçues et donne au mot "aimer" une profondeur que beaucoup ignorent.

Le libertinage n’est pas un vice, c’est un art. Loin des clichés de débauche ou d’égarement moral, il repose sur une philosophie aussi exigeante qu’élégante : celle de l’honnêteté, du respect mutuel, du plaisir librement consenti, et surtout, de la confiance absolue. Être libertin, ce n’est pas trahir. C’est choisir de vivre l’amour sans chaînes, sans mensonges, en accord profond avec soi-même et avec l’autre.

Ceux qui jugent le libertinage sont souvent ceux qui ne le connaissent pas. Ou qui le redoutent. On lui reproche de briser le couple, alors qu’il peut au contraire le renforcer. Car pour aimer ainsi, il faut s’aimer fort. Il faut se connaître, s’accueillir, s’oser. Et aimer l’autre non comme une possession, mais comme une liberté en mouvement.

La jalousie est un poison lent. Elle naît de l’insécurité, de la peur de perdre, du besoin de contrôle. Mais le véritable amour n’a pas peur. Il ne se cache pas derrière des promesses ou des menottes invisibles. Il accompagne. Il encourage. Il offre. Quand deux êtres s’aiment vraiment, ils se permettent l’exploration. Pas pour fuir l’autre, mais pour mieux revenir à lui, chargés de sensations nouvelles, de désirs ravivés, de regards encore plus complices.

Le libertinage repose sur une idée simple et pourtant révolutionnaire : et si l’on osait vivre ses désirs non pas *contre* le couple, mais *dans* le couple ? Et si l’on transformait l’infidélité en sincérité, la frustration en liberté, le silence en confidence ? Beaucoup se trompent, mentent, cachent. Et souffrent. Il serait sans doute plus doux, plus juste, de se dire : "Voilà ce que j’ai envie d’explorer. Veux-tu m’accompagner, ou du moins me comprendre ?"

Le libertinage n’est pas réservé aux initiés, ni aux esthètes décadents des salons XVIIIe. Il peut naître entre deux êtres simples, mais courageux. Deux êtres qui s’aiment assez pour ne rien s’interdire, et qui comprennent que le plaisir n’est pas une menace. Qu’aimer, ce n’est pas enfermer, c’est ouvrir. Ouvrir à l’autre, à soi, aux jeux des sens, aux chemins inconnus.

Alors non, le libertinage n’est pas un caprice. C’est un choix. Un chemin de liberté partagée, de volupté sincère, de vérité nue. Il ne s’impose pas, il se propose. Il ne remplace pas l’amour, il en explore d’autres dimensions. Et ceux qui y goûtent sans honte, en conscience, savent qu’il n’y a pas là de danger… sauf celui de se découvrir vivant.

JE L'AIME TROP POUR ETRE JALOUX

A smoky, late-night confessional draped in neon and memory.
“Midnight Hunger” dives into the ache of desire, the sting of regret, and the kind of love that lingers long after it's gone. With raw lyrics and a moody, sensual atmosphere, this track captures the emotional fallout of moments we can’t forget—and maybe don’t want to. Perfect for late-night listening, heartbreak loops, or slow-burning seduction.

# Midnight Hunger

[Verse 1]
You say it's just the hour,
But I feel the weight of years
Pressing on this silence
Like whispers drenched in tears
The city's neon heartbeat
Pulls me back into the haze
Where shadows wear your perfume
And time forgets my name

[Chorus]
This midnight hunger—
It don’t ask, it just consumes
Craving every lie we whispered
In that low-lit motel room
Your touch is like a ghost now
But I still burn with the bruise
This aching hour remembers
Everything I meant to lose

[Verse 2]
The vinyl spins its sorrow,
Same song as the night before
Ashtray full of maybe
Keys still in the door
Your lipstick stains the mirror
Like a promise half-erased
And I drink to dull the echo
Of the way you said my name

[Bridge]
I was never made for mercy
You were never built to stay
We danced like sinners in the dark
Then slipped in separate ways
But this hour pulls me under
Where your memory won’t fade—
A fever I keep feeding
In the bed that we unmade

[Final Chorus]
This midnight hunger—
Keeps me calling through the static
Wishing I could lose you
But addiction turns fanatic
You haunt me like a rhythm
That no silence can undo
Still starving for your shadow
In this hour born for two


Midnight Hunger

🔊 Satin sheets still smell like sin– A Sin You Can Still Taste

A slow-burning ode to the kind of love that lingers long after it's gone.
"Satin sheets still smell like sin" dives deep into the space between desire and regret – where shadows kiss the skin, guilt feels like lace, and memories haunt like perfume on satin sheets.
For lovers of late-night confessions, smoky vocals, and bittersweet soul.

🎧 Written to ache. Sung to remember.
#NeoSoul #AltRnB #AftertasteOfYou #LateNightVibes #DarkPop #EmotionalR&B


Satin sheets still smell like sin

[Verse 1]
Satin sheets still smell like sin
I trace your ghost across my skin
Swore I’d quit this kind of fire
But I still ache to burn again
You left your heat between my thighs
Now even daylight feels like lies

[Pre-Chorus]
I sip regret like morning wine
But I’d still taste you every time

[Chorus]
The aftertaste of you—
Lingers sweet and cruel
Like perfume on my pillow
Or a flame that never cools
No prayer can undo
What we did at half-past two
Still dripping in your shadow
No matter what I do

[Verse 2]
Ash on lips and tangled hair
My conscience waits, but I don’t care
You said my name like it was sin
Now I crave that voice again
I wear this guilt like Sunday lace
But miss the wreckage of your grace

[Bridge]
You were my sweetest damage
A thrill I’d choose again
A phantom in my bloodstream
Disguised as medicine
And every time I surface
You pull me back inside—
A spell I never asked for
But I never tried to fight

[Final Chorus]
The aftertaste of you—
Burns like something true
You branded me in silence
And I broke too soon
Still drunk on all we knew
Still shaking in your bloom
This ache won’t fade with time—
I live in the aftertaste of you

Satin sheets still smell like sin

"Touch Me Where It Hurts – A Tender Plea for Raw Connection"

A soft, smoldering soul confession—aching, unguarded, and deeply human.
“Touch Me Where It Hurts” slips beneath the surface, where desire meets vulnerability.
Breathy vocals unfold over warm Rhodes, brushed drums, and aching bass lines, while every lyric pleads not for comfort, but for truth.
This is no love song—it’s an invitation to see what’s hidden, and hold it anyway.

For the ones who crave more than touch—who crave to be known.


Touch Me Where It Hurts

[Verse 1]
Don’t kiss me where it’s easy,
Don’t whisper what I’ve heard.
Don’t trace around the edges—
I want your hands where I’ve been burned.
Don’t love me like a promise,
Don’t hold me like I’ll heal.
If you want what’s real—
Touch me where I feel.

[Pre-Chorus]
Mmmh… I’m not made of porcelain,
But I crack just like the rest.
If you’re looking for my truth—
It’s beneath my Sunday dress.

[Chorus]
Touch me where it hurts,
Where the scars still sting,
Where love left bruises
I pretend don’t mean a thing.
Touch me where I break,
Don’t be scared of what you find.
If you want my body, baby—
Then take my mind.

[Verse 2]
I’ve smiled through every silence,
I've kissed through every lie.
But I need more than comfort—
I need someone to ask me why.
Don’t fade like all the others,
Don’t just want what looks intact.
If you reach into the dark,
Don’t you dare pull back.

[Pre-Chorus]
Mmmh… don’t just love the shimmer,
Love the mess behind the sheen.
I’m more than just a highlight—
I’m everything between.

[Chorus]
Touch me where it hurts,
Where I flinch, where I confess.
Where longing turns to silence,
And my ribs still hold the stress.
Touch me where I break,
And don't be kind or clean—
Just hold me like I’m ugly,
And still worth being seen.

[Outro]
Touch me where I hide,
Where no one ever tries.
If you want my soul tonight…
Touch me where it cries.

Touch Me Where It Hurts

Sultry love song with soul. https://x.com/luebben_ry9406 https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61566276175675 https://pandora.app.link/D9K1pNtLTTb https://music.amazon.com/albums/B0F8J5T82C?marketplaceId=ATVPDKIKX0DER&musicTerritory=US&ref=dm_sh_Nn5QJv4DTOvXxtaD8PGeP6Mk2&trackAsin=B0F8J8X1LV https://youtu.be/RX3tP8IsymI?si=rkgE71_NFecqsZIL https://open.spotify.com/track/1kOU8o3r9GeBofylZAkdGZ?si=b8f3ee15e33f403d https://music.apple.com/us/album/royalty/1814125987?i=1814126240 https://soundcloud.com/ryan-luebben/royalty?si=8cea5b0a5e0d4e6b94bfcfc7f0ab7a1d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing https://www.iheart.com/artist/rlp-665836/albums/royalty-328512446/ https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=P9Qo_2t7Pho&si=wdNfR8AXtOQic1_y

Royalty

Single

[歌詞]
街の音が遠く感じる  
空っぽのカフェ 窓越しの空  
Routine keeps spinning like a wheel  
だけどどこか心が still  

I try to find the rhythm again  
息を吸って 吐き出す pain  
Every step I fake, I feel  
この場所に意味はあるの？  

Restart my heart, I’m searching for light  
眠れない夜を越えて  
重ねたときの中  
Still I rise, still I try  

コンビニの灯りで滲む  
思い出たち 曖昧な truth  
Nothing's clear but I keep on  
誰かの声が背中を押す  

見えなくても  
わかるときがある  
答えじゃなくて  
今を生きる  

Tick tick  
時間（とき）は問わずに過ぎていく  
But I’m still here  
記憶の中に、まだ私がいる  

Restart my heart, I’m chasing the light  
朝焼けに滲む決意
心に咲く名前のない  
flower that won’t say goodbye  
 
深夜2時の交差点 
止まったままの traffic light  
でも somewhere in my chest  
わずかに響く future beat  

Restart my heart, I’m living the light  
闇に慣れたこの目でも  
見える気がしてきた  
a way, a way to fly  

(restart it now)  
(心が光る)  
(fly again)  
目を閉じて feel it

Invisible City

Meditative neo-soul track exploring connection to nature and a sense of cyclical existence. Poetic lyrics evoke themes of belonging and the earth's embrace.

She in Whom the Breath Spirit is Placed

Unu sola bato
 
Verso 1
Infano ploras ie en la mondo
Tio estas mi, tio estas vi
Sub la sama ĉielo, doloro profunde
Kiam la homa koro perdas la fidon

Antaŭ-ritornelo
Sed se ni etendas manon, sen timo, sen flago
Ni vidos ke espero ne vivas nur en parolo

Ĥoro
Unu sola bato
Por milionoj da animoj
Unu sola ĵuro
Ne plu levi armilojn
Ami sen kondiĉo
Kiel evidenteco
Paco estas la kialo
De nia ekzistado

Verso 2
Muroj falas kun la vento
Malnovaj malamoj jam ne havas sezonon
Kiam ni elektas ami vere, libere
Ni malarmas la koro(j)n, rompas la prizonon

Antaŭ-ritornelo
Rideto donita valoras pli ol oro
Sincera pardono estas vera trezoro

Ĥoro
Unu sola bato
Por milionoj da animoj
Unu sola ĵuro
Ne plu levi armilojn
Ami sen kondiĉo
Kiel evidenteco
Paco estas la kialo
De nia ekzistado

Ponteto
Ĝi ne estas revo, nek iluzio
Estas longa vojo kun horizonto
Kaj en niaj manoj, mondo por formi
Sen timo ami

Lasta ĥoro (milde, poste kreskanta)
Unu sola bato
Por milionoj da animoj
Unu sola ĵuro
Ne plu levi armilojn
Ami sen kondiĉo
Kiel evidenteco
Paco estas la kialo...
De nia ekzistado


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