Ain't That Easy

It sounds like a nite when the air is slightly sweet, slightly dangerous - and everything in it is slowed down to a half-step. Where decisions lose their meaning and desires become arguments. In every sound, there's a gentle pressure, as if someone is whispering "stay" not with their voice, but with their breath against your ear. Love here isn't about butterflies and confessions, but about an attraction you can't tear yourself away from. She clings like velvet smoke, urging me not to think and just be. A little control, a little magic - and no one knows where tenderness ends and power begins.