Wicked Dreams

Strobe lights flicker, silhouette supreme

Moves so slick, dripping in the wicked dream

Heart skips beats, bassline intervene

Worlds clash, two stars in a steamy scene

Wicked dreams, bodies in a flow so clean

Midnight tales, what’s real or just routine

Chasing heat, underneath the silver sheen

Lost in lust, feels like a magazine

Velvet skin, gripping smoke from a phantom touch

Whispers in the air, ain't saying too much

Rose petals scatter where the shadows clutch

In this heat, enemies turn to a craved crutch

Drip drops on the blinds, raining sin

Glass half-empty but the fire within

Liquor and perfume, the dance begin

Doors locked, only secret smoke gets in

Time a mirage, moves slow then fast

Spellbound sways, future leaves in the past

Soft bite lip, collision gonna last

Twisting in this wicked dream’s broadcast

Wicked dreams, bodies in a flow so clean

Midnight tales, what’s real or just routine

Chasing heat, underneath the silver sheen

Lost in lust, feels like a magazine