your whispers— a soft gale against my lips
heat is radiating from your fingertips
as you submerge me into these frigid depths
ignore the earth bleeding red
as my soul flutters restlessly
and my senses, with it, succumb
you were magic
your whispers— a soft gale against my lips
heat is radiating from your fingertips
as you submerge me into these frigid depths
ignore the earth bleeding red
as my soul flutters restlessly
and my senses, with it, succumb