Verse 1: Fingers trace the curves of night, Skin on fire in silver light. Whispers linger like stolen wine, Every breath tastes like divine. Pre-Chorus: No rules, no walls, just endless skin, Let the hunger pull me in. Chorus: Erotica—your name’s on my tongue, Every sigh is a song unsung. Heat like thunder, love like sin, Let the fire burn within. Erotica—no need to speak, Your body writes the words I seek. Bridge: Every kiss is a sacred crime, Every moan collapses time.
