the tingling, stinging frost that rips my skin
belies the blistering heat
flowing from a soul afire.
bathe me in your grace,
as I writhe idolatrous,
drowned in our pleasure:
devouring your succor;
hungering for more.
calor da lua
the tingling, stinging frost that rips my skin
belies the blistering heat
flowing from a soul afire.
bathe me in your grace,
as I writhe idolatrous,
drowned in our pleasure:
devouring your succor;
hungering for more.
theDeprevation 