Late night, skin on skin, we don’t talk, just press
Play fight, bite marks, tattooed secrets on my chest
You push, I pull, the mattress is our wrestling ring
Moans score the silence, every gasp a violin string
Tease me, trap me, lock your legs like handcuffs tight
Whisper “tap out,” but we both know wrong from right
Sweat confetti, heartbeat drums, we syncopate the beat
When the sun climbs in, our bruises blush complete