MY FIRE, MY PROBLEM II

R&B Soul, Sex-forward Americana Dark blues rock Electric guitar

MY FIRE, MY PROBLEM

I was born with a mouth that remembers your thirst,
Two shadows slow-dancing inside my shirt.
I don’t knock when I enter...
I loosen the air,
Time slips its collar,
You feel me there....

They say I glow like a question
Left open too long,
But I’ve felt knees go weak
Just leaning this close, just holding the song.

I don’t beg absolution
For the way I unfold,
If your breath starts answering,
That’s between your bones and the cold.

It’s my fire, my problem, my slow-licked sin,
My velvet mouth, my match struck win.
If it gathers when I murmur your name,
That’s not danger, darling...
That’s rain learning flame.

I don’t cool myself down
To be easy or kind,
If your midnight starts humming
When I slip through your mind...
That’s my fire, my problem,
You leaned in this time.

I speak in soft doubles,
In yes wrapped innuendos,
Half of me’s scripture,
Half unsaid, half naked.
I don’t chase I wait,
Let the wanting decide,
Some bodies pray folded,
Some open wide.

I wear my survival like silk and smoke,
It clings when I move, when I pause, when I don’t.
Every scar learned patience,
Every ache learned grace,
My hands know the language
Of your unguarded space.

If I taste like low thunder
When you finally drink,
Don’t curse the horizon baby
You stood on the brink.

It’s my fire, my problem, my heat held slow,
My unbroken stare, my come-undone low.
If your truth turns liquid when the lights fall thin,
That’s not my fault  baby 
That’s the door giving in.

I don’t promise shelter,
I promise real,
If I make you feel seen
Where you ache to be filled 
That’s my fire, my problem,
And you melt or you don’t.

I’m not the beast your bedtime feared,
I’m the ache you’ve rehearsed for years.
I don’t take I remain,
Let the heat choose the pace,
Some call it temptation,
Some call it grace.
 
My problem, 
My fire, 
My sin.

It’s my fire, my problem, my Gemini pull,
Two mouths, one hunger, both beautifully full.
If I make you soften just standing near,
That’s not arrogance, love 
That’s your body hearing me clear.

I’m gentle when welcomed,
I’m ruin when starved,
I don’t need permission
To know who you are.
If I stay on your tongue
Long after I’m gone 
That’s my fire, my problem…
And I burn you warm.

So touch if you’re ready,
Or keep your hands clean,
But don’t call it a curse
If you wanted the heat.
Some men beg forgiveness..
I let the flame speak.

My problem, 
My fire, 
My sin.

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MY FIRE, MY PROBLEM I was born with a mouth that remembers your thirst, Two shadows slow-dancing inside my shirt. I don’t knock when I enter... I loosen the air, Time slips its collar, You feel me there.... They say I glow like a question Left open too long, But I’ve felt knees go weak Just leaning this close, just holding the song. I don’t beg absolution For the way I unfold, If your breath starts answering, That’s between your bones and the cold. It’s my fire, my problem, my slow-licked sin, My velvet mouth, my match struck win. If it gathers when I murmur your name, That’s not danger, darling... That’s rain learning flame. I don’t cool myself down To be easy or kind, If your midnight starts humming When I slip through your mind... That’s my fire, my problem, You leaned in this time. I speak in soft doubles, In yes wrapped innuendos, Half of me’s scripture, Half unsaid, half naked. I don’t chase I wait, Let the wanting decide, Some bodies pray folded, Some open wide. I wear my survival like silk and smoke, It clings when I move, when I pause, when I don’t. Every scar learned patience, Every ache learned grace, My hands know the language Of your unguarded space. If I taste like low thunder When you finally drink, Don’t curse the horizon baby You stood on the brink. It’s my fire, my problem, my heat held slow, My unbroken stare, my come-undone low. If your truth turns liquid when the lights fall thin, That’s not my fault baby That’s the door giving in. I don’t promise shelter, I promise real, If I make you feel seen Where you ache to be filled That’s my fire, my problem, And you melt or you don’t. I’m not the beast your bedtime feared, I’m the ache you’ve rehearsed for years. I don’t take I remain, Let the heat choose the pace, Some call it temptation, Some call it grace. My problem, My fire, My sin. It’s my fire, my problem, my Gemini pull, Two mouths, one hunger, both beautifully full. If I make you soften just standing near, That’s not arrogance, love That’s your body hearing me clear. I’m gentle when welcomed, I’m ruin when starved, I don’t need permission To know who you are. If I stay on your tongue Long after I’m gone That’s my fire, my problem… And I burn you warm. So touch if you’re ready, Or keep your hands clean, But don’t call it a curse If you wanted the heat. Some men beg forgiveness.. I let the flame speak. My problem, My fire, My sin.

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