No Name At The Door
Track 1 of Forbidden in Furs
[ Lyrics ]
I don’t ask who you are, just close the door. Tribeca lights, your shadow cuts the room, barely said a word, but your eyes made it boom. Black turtleneck, hands like a secret kept, one look and I knew—this is what I’m supposed to accept. You leaned in so close, whispered *bella notte* in my ear, smelled like smoke and vetiver, danger disguised as sincere. Gallery crowd blurred, all I saw was your stare, like you already knew what my body would do to your prayers. The town car waited, engine low and slow, no name exchanged, just the way you said *go*. One step, two steps—pulse like a drum, didn’t need your number, just the heat of your thumb. I don’t ask who you are, just close the door, let the night pull us under, don’t ask for more. No last name, no past, no rules to ignore— I don’t ask who you are, just close the door. Leather seat cold, but your touch was warm, windows tinted thick, guarding secrets from the storm. You traced my collarbone like you were reading a map, asked if I believe in fate—laughed and said *maybe, not that*. Your phone stayed facedown, no buzz, no ring, and for one wild moment, I forgot everything. No Instagram search, no mother’s last name, just your breath on my neck like a sweet, silent claim. I should’ve said *stop*, should’ve asked for your name, but the way you looked at me—blew logic away. No contract, no promise, no ring on your hand, just the hum of the city and your open command. I don’t ask who you are, just close the door, let the night pull us under, don’t ask for more. No last name, no past, no rules to ignore— I don’t ask who you are, just close the door. Later, I’ll wonder—was it thrill or just pride? Did I trade my peace for the way that you lied? But tonight? I don’t care. You’re a ghost with a grin, and I’m the one letting sin walk me in. I don’t ask who you are, just close the door, let the night pull us under, don’t ask for more. No last name, no past, no life to ignore— I don’t ask who you are, just close the door. No name… no shame… just the click of the lock.