By Dru Macasieb
the taste of you strengthens my soul
but weakens my body
with every drip i become anew
fear does not exist
nor does competent thought
so why do i let you through?
By Dru Macasieb
the taste of you strengthens my soul
but weakens my body
with every drip i become anew
fear does not exist
nor does competent thought
so why do i let you through?