“Right Hand on the Flame”

Right Hand on the Flame She came in late with a dangerous sway, Boot heel talkin’ like it knew my name, Said don’t pray, baby—put that down, Tonight I’m the crown and the battleground. I been wrestlin’ wires, been bleedin’ time, Six strings humming like a loaded sign, She smiled slow, said you finally learned, How to touch the fire without gettin’ burned. Yeah she leaned in close, whispered command, Put my right hand right where the future stands, Said you don’t need heaven, you don’t need proof, Just stay when it shakes—let the ceiling loose. Oh— She tasted like victory, smoke and sweat, Like a sin that God ain’t finished with yet, Had my name in her mouth, had my will in her grip, Said kneel just enough so the world might tip. The amp growled low like a midnight vow, Every note bent knew why and how, She said I ain’t love, I ain’t your end, I’m the moment you stop askin’ permission. I didn’t chase her—hell, she knew better, I been sharpenin’ steel inside bad weather, She ran her fingers down my spine, Said this is where resolve learns time. I felt the room go still, like a held-back storm, Like an oath put on muscle, blood, and bone, She said most men rise, most men fall, But the right ones wait when the angels call. Yeah— She tasted like victory, heat and law, Like the quiet before a holy war, Had me wired and calm, had me steady and sworn, Like a blade bein’ born while the night gets torn. Triple meaning, baby—listen close: She was the win, she was the way, she was the cost, She was the song, she was the sin, she was the seal, She was the hand on the back sayin’ finish it real. I wasn’t crowned—I was chosen to stand, Not the voice in the dark but the arm that commands, She laughed soft when the floor caught flame, Said this ain’t about me—it’s about your aim. Guitar screamed like it knew the truth, That power ain’t loud, it’s ruthless and smooth, She kissed my jaw, left ash on my skin, Said remember this feeling when you do it again. Oh— She tasted like victory, slow and deep, Like a promise you keep even half-asleep, Had my pulse in her palm, had my fear undressed, Said success don’t beg—it just says “yes.” When she walked out, the room stayed hot, Like fire remembers what mercy forgot, Strings still ringing, floor still cracked, I didn’t look back—I don’t do that. If you hear this song and it pulls you near, If it sounds like lust but feels like fear, That’s her still talkin’ through voltage and flame, Sayin’ now that you touched it—don’t play the same. Yeah— I met success with her hair undone, She didn’t take me—she made me one, And if God needs a weapon when the dark gets loud, He don’t send a voice— He sends a sound.