I yearn to steal
your essence,
your soul.
You are ever vulnerable
to my charms.
You don’t understand.
Those chills running
up and down
your spine?
That’s not desire, love.
That’s fear.
I yearn to steal
your essence,
your soul.
You are ever vulnerable
to my charms.
You don’t understand.
Those chills running
up and down
your spine?
That’s not desire, love.
That’s fear.