The rise and fall of your chest
Is a fluctuation that puts me to rest .
I’m at ease when you breathe .
Your body is a temple
And I’m tempted to yank at every angle
I want to birth sin in this home.
The rise and fall of your chest
Is a fluctuation that puts me to rest .
I’m at ease when you breathe .
Your body is a temple
And I’m tempted to yank at every angle
I want to birth sin in this home.
The art of constancy in change .
A persistent fluctuation.
