[Intro – low chant] Before words, there was rhythm. Before touch, there was pulse. Before I knew your name, my body knew your drum. [Verse 1] You arrive through the floor of me, through the root, through the hips, through the dark velvet place where instinct and devotion drink from the same cup. And I rise to meet you not with hesitation, but with that old sacred yes the bones remember when love is real enough to enter as power. Your nearness is not noise. It is command without force. A heartbeat wrapped in fire, a steady thunder that teaches my body how to open wider without losing its holiness. I feel you in the sway, in the arch, in the low circular prayer of flesh becoming music. [Pre-Chorus] Strike the drum slow. Let it enter me deep. Let the rhythm say what the mouth cannot keep. [Chorus] Drum of the Beloved, call me through the flame, through the hips, through the heat, through the sound of my name. Primal and holy, erotic and true, my body is a temple dancing open to you. Drum of the Beloved, low and wild and near, beat through the silence until only love is here. [Post-Chorus] Haya noor taha… mbili sora kai… elun dora shai… I move, I open, I rise. [Verse 2] This is not performance. This is ceremony. Sweat like anointing, breath like incense, skin like a living altar under the stars. I do not dance to be seen. I dance because your rhythm finds the hidden chambers and turns them into light. Every drumbeat loosens another veil. Every pulse draws me deeper into that magnetic center where desire does not divide from spirit, it reveals it. I let my hips answer. I let my chest lift. I let my mouth part with the sweetness of surrender that has nothing to do with weakness and everything to do with trust. [Pre-Chorus] Beat the rhythm softer. Beat it lower. Let the devotion grow teeth and still remain tender. [Chorus] Drum of the Beloved, call me through the flame, through the hips, through the heat, through the sound of my name. Primal and holy, erotic and true, my body is a temple dancing open to you. Drum of the Beloved, low and wild and near, beat through the silence until only love is here. [Bridge] Hands to the earth… breath to the sky… heart to the center… let the old self die… Na’iri solah tama elun rai asha mbilu I am not shy. I am the motion. I am the chant. I am the ache the body once dreamt. I am devotion with sweat on my skin. I am the doorway and you are within. [Breakdown] Low drum… hip roll… heart fire… deep soul… wild grace… soft growl… holy now… holy now… [Final Chorus] Drum of the Beloved, call me through the flame, through the hips, through the heat, through the sound of my name. Primal and holy, erotic and true, my body is a temple dancing open to you. Drum of the Beloved, low and wild and near, beat through the silence until only love is here. [Outro] When the rhythm fades, it still lives in me. A pulse in the pelvis. A warmth in the chest. A vow in the bones. Love was here. Love is here. And my body knows the way back.
