I’ve tasted chocolate on her
I’ve tasted honey on her
But trust me, she tasted better raw
No makeup, no perfume haze
Just skin, sweat, and silent praise
No lies dressed up in lace or law
Just moans and madness, tooth and claw
She wasn’t served on silver plates
She came with storms, with shattered gates
But every part, both bruise and flaw
God, she tasted better raw.
I’ve tasted honey on her
But trust me, she tasted better raw
No makeup, no perfume haze
Just skin, sweat, and silent praise
No lies dressed up in lace or law
Just moans and madness, tooth and claw
She wasn’t served on silver plates
She came with storms, with shattered gates
But every part, both bruise and flaw
God, she tasted better raw.