[Intro: Slow tabledance tempo, Early 90s Disco House, Frankfurt House vibe, Dolby Atmos 7.1, 3D Spatial Audio] [Pitched 70s soul vocal sample, Gritty vinyl turntable crackle, Immersive atmospheric pads] [Verse 1: Sensual female house vocals, Erotic melodic R&B delivery, Hypnotic late-night club atmosphere] Call me your raven — wild Irish‑black, Drunk on the fire you try to hold back. Bend you slow till your knees give and crack, Beg for mercy? You won’t get that — Grip tight till your breath slips flat, Watch you ache for what I keep just out of track. [Build-up: Crisp 909 percussion enters, Punchy kick, Open hi-hats, Muted disco guitar riffs] Flip sideways — legs hooked high on my hip, Wrists soft‑cuffed where the bedpost won’t slip. Pillow folded sharp right under your thigh, Hold you steady, make you wonder “why” — Every move edged, no gentle dip, Tease till you’re shaking, biting your lip. [Pre-Chorus: Funky early 90s house piano chord stabs, Heavy 808 sub-bass slides, Rising energy] You crave the rush but I hold the rein, Show you heaven then pull back again. Close enough to taste, just out of gain — Burn bright, ache deep, go half‑insane. [Chorus: Full late 90s Clubnight energy, Deeply hypnotic club groove, Repetitive and immersive production] Whip slow then hard — marks like dark lace, Bandage soft where I leave my trace. Crazy angles — face pressed hard to face, Drift till you lose time, name, and place. Make you wild, make you lose your mind, Leave you shaking, begging “one more time” — All you want but can’t fully find, Just that hot, hungry, desperate kind. [Verse 2: Minimal house groove, Clean modern low-end precision, Heavy 808 sub-bass slides, Sensual spoken-word delivery] Twist deep, lean back — arch spine tight, Hair tangled thick, skin burning bright. Shift fast — new height, new sharp bite, Nothing soft, all thrill and fight. Cuff low, bandage high, pull you near, Brush right over what you want most, clear — Stop just short, leave you breathless here, Ride the edge till you can’t think or steer. [Build-up: Funky house piano stabs layer, Vinyl scratch segment, Binaural soundstage pressure] Crazy style — no rule, no fear, Drift right out of every sphere. Whisper promises I won’t make true, Show you everything I won’t let you do — Make you hunger till your bones ache through, Crave the touch I hold back from you. [Chorus: Full late 90s Clubnight energy, Pitched 70s soul vocal sample layer, 3D Spatial audio field] Whip slow then hard — marks like dark lace, Bandage soft where I leave my trace. Crazy angles — face pressed hard to face, Drift till you lose time, name, and place. Make you wild, make you lose your mind, Leave you shaking, begging “one more time” — All you want but can’t fully find, Just that hot, hungry, desperate kind. [Bridge: Beat drops out, Immersive atmospheric pads, Deep hypnotic and erotic whisper, Binaural soundstage] Pin you half‑lifted, knees spread wide, One hand steady, one running inside — Close enough to feel the tide, Pull away just before you ride. Every curve shown, every pulse spied, All you dream but can’t make abide. [Outro: Driving 909 percussion, Heavy 808 sub-bass slides, Muted disco guitar riffs, Deeply hypnotic club outro] You’re mine wild — blown apart, Crazy raven tearing at your heart. Begging mercy? Only the start, Drift deep — never go back to smart. Still aching, still wanting, still unmet part — That’s the fire that keeps you hard‑wired to my art. [Outro Fadeout: Pitched 70s soul vocal sample echoes, Vinyl crackle, Slow fade to silence] ...hard-wired to my art. [End]
