This Won't Hurt (Unless You Want It To) REMIX

Melancholic jazz piece with a slow tempo, featuring a prominent acoustic guitar melody, a walking bass line, and a brushed drum kit minor key, creating a somber yet reflective mood Acoustic guitar plays a clean, arpeggiated melody with occasional slides and vibrato Bass provides steady, rhythmic foundation with a smooth, upright bass tone Drums maintain a soft, swinging rhythm using brushes on the snare and cymbals Overall production is clean, intimate, with a focus on the natural sounds of the instruments Structure is verse-chorus, with instrumental breaks that allow the guitar to improvise Tempo is approximately 60 beats per minute Breathy contralto female vocal, smoky, intimate, close‑mic’d, velvet timbre, Delivery is sultry, confessional, whisper‑soft in verses with stretched vowels and sighing tone, shifting into a slow, sensual belt in choruses, Seductive but dangerous, every consonant softened, subtle moans Harmonies tight and commanding, layered for warmth, Restrained desire

Thanks for letting me remix @djevilasia! 🫶🏻 I said you were next too long ago, but I couldn't really decide what to do for you... and this is where my mind decided to go tonight so uh 👀 Yeah... 👀😅👀🫶🏻 *** Let's try something, my dearest DJ... I want you to slide your hand down beneath the sheets, be slow Feel that heat start to rise now wherever your hand goes I want you to trace your ʞɔıp but don't grip yet, little plaything Let the tension build up like a coiled spring Place your palm flat on your chest, Begin to slide it low, so low Let your fingers curl around, you can touch, but take it slow That desperate ache you feel Let it simmer down You can stroke yourself slowly I'ma count each one out loud One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Move on to the tip, boy, use two fingers tight Rub that swollen head, slow circles from left to right Tease the slit for me, imagine my tongue where your finger's at Hold any whimpers back, I know you can do better than that Go up and down your shaft with your thumb pressed firm But stop completely, do not finish, when you feel that burn Breathe deeply through your nose, while your hand just rests Count ten seconds slowly, I know you can pass this little test I'll count with you One... Two... Three... Four... Five... (I think that was longer than ten seconds) If ɯnɔǝɹd started to bead, you can smear it slick and thin Make yourself last longer, or else you'll never win Slow four-count pumps now, you do it loose and light Imagine my hand controlling where you ache tonight Four pumps, little toy... One... Two... Three... Four... Drop your hand away, this was just a trial Let your hands slide down and off your thighs This time it's a denial I hope you enjoyed this improvise

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