Touch Me Right

V E R S E 1: I’ve been a museum of almosts Hands walked through, never stayed They admired the frame, missed the meaning Loved the surface, feared the weight I’ve worn longing like perfume Heavy notes, midnight bloom But desire without devotion Leaves a room smelling like ruin I learned the difference Between touch and translation Between hands that explore And hands with intention (yeah… mmm) P R E C H O R S E: Don’t reach for me like a craving I’m not a habit to feed If you’re gonna lay your palms on me Let them come with receipts C H O R U S: Touch me right Like you know what silence costs Like your hands been taught How to pause Touch me right Not to prove, not to take Touch me where my guard relax Where my past don’t ache Touch me right Intention first, desire second I’ve been touched for attention I need reverence (touch me… right) V E R S E 2: I lost love trying to be softer Won myself when I stayed whole I’ve been heat without shelter I don’t burn like that no more Now I want a slow hand theology A language spoken in skin Where every kiss is accountable And every touch checks in If your fingers speak fluently Let them say “I’m here to stay” Not “I like how this feels” But “I know what this means” (yeah… I feel that) P R E C H O R U S: Undress me like a ritual Not like something to consume This body remembers absence Don’t make it relive you (be gentle…) C H O R S E: Touch me right Like you studied my fears Like your hands got patience Years worth of years Touch me right Mind before skin I don’t need to be wanted I need to be chosen again Touch me right No audience, no disguise Just two truths in the dark Learning how to align (mmm… that’s it) B R I D G E: I don’t want to be your escape Or your late-night relief Touch me like you’re responsible For the parts you wake in me I’ve survived affection without roots Now I only grow where it’s real So if you’re gonna touch me Touch me like you intend to heal (don’t rush… don’t rush…) F I N A L C H O R U S: Touch me right Like ceremony Like something sacred You don’t hurry Touch me right Slow, sure, divine I don’t need forever promised I need presence on time Touch me right Heart in your hands Not possession, not hunger Just a grown-ass plan (touch me… touch me…) O U T R O: Yeah… That kind of touch that listens That kind of love that stays If you touch me— Touch me right (mmm… after dark… intention over everything…)