You look into her eyes; inhibitions fall like silk to the moss bed.
Stripped completely bare, two breathless souls—no pointless words said.
Fate is an ancient hunger that demands to be fed.
Do you have the courage to feed it or cower instead?
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
You look into her eyes; inhibitions fall like silk to the moss bed.
Stripped completely bare, two breathless souls—no pointless words said.
Fate is an ancient hunger that demands to be fed.
Do you have the courage to feed it or cower instead?
