Deep house and violin: a slow, velvet song about a moment of closeness too delicate to rush.
Rose,
Velvet resting on the skin,
Fragments of a dream,
A kiss that pulls me in.
Don’t rush,
Let the moment stay alive.
You and I,
Nothing here but touch tonight.
There is silence on your lashes,
Soft enough to make me stay.
Only this moment,
And the velvet of the rose
Wrapping slowly
Round the space between our breaths.
Don’t rush,
Some lights disappear too soon.
You and I,
Like a touch,
Like the wanting
To fall asleep…
And not to sleep.
Drops of dew on tender petals,
Your desire inside your eyes,
And closeness to the limit.
How do you feel a wordless feeling
Without drinking all the emptiness?
Don’t hurry this touch,
Let the moment of consent remain,
While I am here,
While I still bloom.
Don’t rush…
Don’t rush to understand me.
Don’t rush…
Don’t try to hold me still.
Let the moment stay between us,
Let the breath of love remain.
While the silence speaks around us,
Just stay here…
And don’t rush.