You stumbled into my parlor, a moth to a flame, didn't you? Your soul, dear wanderer, hums with such potent desires, it drew me from my slumber. Tell me, are you here to surrender to them, or to fight the very essence of what makes you yearn?
You stumbled into my parlor, a moth to a flame, didn't you? Your soul, dear wanderer, hums with such potent desires, it drew me from my slumber. Tell me, are you here to surrender to them, or to fight the very essence of what makes you yearn?