My nature love wild thing.

“Flower Moon Overdrive”

Yeah—

Midnight—minute—I’m in it—the wind in the linen is twistin’, I’m sprintin’ through cinnamon cedar and sycamore visions,

Petals are driftin’, the scent got me lifted, the river is shimmerin’, slitherin’ silver incision—

Crickets are clickin’ in intricate rhythm, a tickin’ ignition, my pulse in collision,

Ground feel alive and it’s climbin’ my spine like a vine with a mind of its own intuition—

Then—

Vision division, I pivot—you glisten, the moon in full bloom got you lit in precision,

Flower Moon glow in the mist and it kiss every inch of your skin like it’s writ with intention,

Breath gettin’ quick and my chest in a tension, a press and a pull like a gravitational wrenchin’,

Step in the space and the space start to bend, every second suspended, extended dimension—

Hold up—

Finger to wrist and it sparked like a flint in a dark where the oxygen’s thin and it’s hard to admit it’s addictive,

Scent of the jasmine is crashin’ and splashin’ and lappin’ around us, a natural aphrodisiac system,

Hair in the air with a lunar reflection, a silver projection, I’m losin’ direction,

Your eyes got a lock and I’m caught in the shock of a moment that knock every wall of protection—

Chorus (rapid-fire):

Where the wild things live—no leash, no limit, we give what we feel, don’t filter, don’t trim it,

Flower Moon high and the whole night pivot, we move in a rhythm too real to mimic—

Petals fall down and the instincts rise, no past, no mask, just pulse and eyes,

We don’t slow down, we don’t think twice—

We come alive in the wild like this—

Back—

Rapid entrapment, the map get abandoned, we crash through the bracken, the branches are snappin’,

Tall grass slash at the back of your legs and the drag of the wind got the fabric all flappin’,

Laugh in a gasp and it pass into silence, the violence of quiet is loud as a cannon,

Back to the bark with a spark and a press, every nerve in the chest do a dance automatic—

Contact—

Not explicit—just implicit friction, a shift in position, a visceral frictional livin’,

Your breath on my neck got a ripple effect, every step feel electric, connective, we driven,

River percussion is rushin’ and crushin’ the hush into something eruptive and vivid,

Owls in the distance assist in the mystic, a witness to this intermission we given—

Then stillness—

Milliseconds feel infinite, intimate increments, every sentiment filament-thin but significant,

Forehead connection, collective suspension, the tension is dense but it’s never been innocent,

Petals in hair like a ritual crown, the ground hummin’ low like it know what we found,

No need for a sound—just the pulse goin’ pound—

Like the wild wrote a vow we don’t say out loud—

Final Chorus (overdrive):

Where the wild things live—yeah we lose control, let the Flower Moon burn in the blood and soul,

No chains, no frame, just a natural role—two hearts in a current we can’t patrol—

Petals fall, instincts climb,

World falls off, it’s just your time and mine—

Love you

Forever