True feelings drip like ink on satin skin,
no filter, just the raw pulse under neon sins.
Your name vibrates in my throat, bass-heavy truth,
every dirty little echo proving I’m still bulletproof.
We crash, we melt, we resurrect in stereo haze,
screaming love so loud it bruises the air we graze.
Take this unapologetic heart, wet with midnight rain—
if it’s wrong to taste this real, baby, let’s stay profane.