š„ KINK: The Gospel of Power, Pleasure, and Perfect Control
Letās be clear, āKINKā isnāt a song. Itās an experience. Itās the sound of heels clicking on marble like a war drum. Itās a smirk in a mirror that knows it owns the room. Itās the moment confidence turns carnal and control becomes couture. When I wrote this track, I wanted to capture what power feels like, not the kind they hand you, but the kind you take. The one that lives between breath and command, silk and steel. Itās not about shock; itās about sovereignty. š Why I Wrote It I have friends (and letās be honest, phases) where…


