Stirring is the scent of seduction.
Up here in this room.
The candle flame
Licks her lips
That somehow seem to swell
And she takes a deep breath again.
Iradescent White Light.
A bone chill wind moves up the point of penetration
Up here in this room
The candle flame
Licks her lips
That somehow seem to swell
And she takes a deep breath again.
Iradescent White Light
The doors won't stop closing I'm being s**ed in.
I can't see anything, I'm seeing things again.