You know... people ask me what it takes. What kind of man would truly make me happy? It’s not about the car... or the money. It’s about... power. I want a man who walks in the room And shifts the air, just like a perfume He doesn’t need to grab me, or even hold my hand, To make me fall exactly where he wants me to land He commands the space, he commands the light, Bringing me to surrender without a fight No touch required, just the heat of his gaze, Leaving my senses in a velvet haze He’s got that fire burning deep inside, A high-speed hunger he doesn’t have to hide. But he’s the master of the flame, the king of control, He holds the lust back, while he touches my soul. Sexy and steady, a predator’s grace, Waiting for the moment, waiting for the space. He’s a romantic, but don’t get it twisted, No Hallmark cards, nothing sugar-misted He’s got the edge of a blade and a heart of gold, A story of passion that’s never been told And oh... he knows the map, he knows the skin, He knows exactly where the ecstasy begins The science of my body, the secrets of my frame, He opens me up until I’m calling his name He won’t settle for a piece, he won’t take a part, He wants the pulse of my blood and the beat of my heart. Body, mind, and soul he wants the whole damn thing, The kind of surrender only a king can bring. Total devotion, total release... The only way this hunger’s gonna find some peace. Yeah... that’s the dream. Total surrender. Mind-blowing connection.
