Rebecca Ann female

(Minimal, sultry electronic build at 138

BPM, female Al vocal as expressive breaths, gasps, and moans only, Deep, subby bass pulse and sparse, high-gloss percussion at the start. Slow filter sweeps, reverb tails, and pitch automation on the vocal as the track evolves. Gradual tempo-feel acceleration through syncopated arps and sidechained pads, intensifying into a climax of layered, pitched-up vocal textures and thick, driving low end before easing into a smooth, simmering resolve., electronic, deep, slow, breathy, vocal)

Oooooooohhhhhhh!

Rebecca Ann pulls you under

to her riverbank hollow where willow breath sighs damp against your neck

Moon-slivered boats creak like old lovers parting lips

You stay the night wrapped in her skin’s warm musk of river mud and night-blooming jasmine

Her mind crackles—wild lightning behind storm-cloud eyes

yet the danger hums sweet in your veins, drawing you nearer

She pours tea steaming with bruised orange zest

cinnamon bark snaps under your tongue, citrus oil stings your nostrils

When you shape the cold words—“My heart is spent”—

her voice slides into your pulse like slow honey

the river answers in wet silk murmurs:

You were mine before your first breath tasted salt.

You long to sail with her

eyes shut, skin awake

she has already stroked your soul raw

with the ghost-heat of her thoughts

Fever breaks across me—

her mouth a slow ember scorching mine

fingers trailing fire down my spine

ribs ringing like struck bells under her palms

fever at first light when dew soaks the sheets

fever throbbing through midnight’s thick velvet dark

There was a chord once—secret, velvet-bruised

David’s fingers bled it into God’s ear

but Rebecca Ann craves no strings

only the rasp of water gnawing stone

the bruise-deep drop, the grieving rise

the king still coughing blood into Hallelujah

She grips your wrist, guides you to the lapping edge

moth-ragged silk clings, feathers tickle like dying breaths

Sun melts honey-gold across her throat

You burn—tongue charred, lungs filled with her smoke

a cold sweat, a broken Hallelujah

Seaweed heroes rustle bronze in the current

children lean from dawn’s wet cradle

reaching for love’s salt sting

forever

while Rebecca Ann raises the splintered mirror

and every reflection ignites in scorched silk flame