🔊 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

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

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