**“Under the Desk”** Mike keeps the lights low, working through the night, Tie pulled loose in the city light. Phone keeps ringing, papers on the floor, But there’s a secret waiting behind that door. TB knows the rhythm of his sigh, Knows when to stay quiet, knows when to rise. Underneath the pressure, underneath the pride, There’s a hunger they both try to hide. Mike says, “Don’t get too close,” But he pulls him closer every time. TB says, “I know my place,” But he’s been living in Mike’s mind. They got lust in the silence, fire in the dark, Hands on the edge of a dangerous heart. Mike’s in control, but he’s losing it too, TB’s on his knees with a secret truth. Is it love, is it need, is it just after hours? Is it passion dressed up like power? They don’t say the words, but they feel enough, Two men in the dark asking, “Is this love?” Mike is always working, always locked away, Building up a kingdom just to hide the ache. TB waits softly where the shadows fall, Answering a craving he can’t name at all. There’s a look Mike gives when the door clicks shut, Like the world disappears and the air heats up. TB smiles like he already knows, How the strongest man can still lose control. Mike says, “Don’t need nobody,” But his voice breaks when TB leaves. TB says, “I’m just your secret,” But he wants more than fantasy. They got lust in the silence, fire in the dark, Hands on the edge of a dangerous heart. Mike’s in control, but he’s losing it too, TB’s on his knees with a secret truth. Is it love, is it need, is it just after hours? Is it passion dressed up like power? They don’t say the words, but they feel enough, Two men in the dark asking, “Is this love?” And when the morning comes, They pretend like nothing’s changed. Mike fixes his collar, TB forgets his name. But every quiet glance, Every late-night call, Says this thing between them Ain’t just physical at all. So tell me, Mike, when the work is done, Who do you call when you need someone? And tell me, TB, when the lights go low, Is he your master or your home? They got lust in the silence, fire in the dark, Hands on the edge of a dangerous heart. Mike’s in control, but he’s falling too, TB’s got a hold that Mike never knew. Is it love, is it need, is it just after hours? Is it passion dressed up like power? They don’t say the words, but they feel enough, Two men in the dark asking, “Is this love?” Mike keeps working, TB stays near, Both too proud to call it fear. But every secret has a way to show, And every fire wants room to grow. So maybe it’s lust, maybe it’s fate, Maybe love just showed up late. But when Mike looks down and TB looks up, They both know it’s more than lust.
