feu rouge
his lips pressuring mine gives tenderly turbulence our archaeological elixir transpires carnal desire a feu rouge fueled to give, i am... (gimme your love)
⁂ Writer’s Note: Just a metaphorical, innocent exploration of artistic inspiration with intuitivety, structured around the music's rhythm and creative flow. ⁂ So, thru which corridor of your nerves does happiness infiltrate inside you? And. At what time?