Purple rain E

The clock is frozen at two thirty-five. A purple shadow waiting to come alive. Silk slips off your shoulder to a soft bossa Rhythm. In this dark room, you're my electric Vision. You look so soft, but your eyes hold A storm. Tonight, we break through every conventional norm. No heavy talk, no need to rush or scheme. Just midnight, slow jazz, and a dirty dream. This isn't simple love. It's a sweet sacred power. A holy devotion. A filthy late hour. You are my pure grace, my favorite temptation. Rain on the window washes away hesitation. You give me control, And I take you higher. Don't think twice, Just step in the fire. Oh. Oh. Let the purple rain fall heavy outside. You came here knowing there's nowhere to hide. Your lips taste like cold vintage wine. We turn this bed into a sacred shrine. You whisper that I'm the only God you need, And your hot breath makes my body bleed. No cheap masks, no dramatic show. Just velvet surrender and nowhere to go. This isn't simple love. It's a sweet sacred power. A holy devotion. A filthy late hour. You are my pure grace, my favorite temptation. Rain on the window washes away hesitation. You give me control, And I take you higher. Don't think twice, Just step in the fire.