Work Text:
The cold and fragile air we breathe as chapped lips meet
I am bathing in your radicance
Caught off guard by blue fingertips
A shock sent to my core
Those hands are made for shattering hearts
The cold and fragile air we breathe as chapped lips meet
I am bathing in your radicance
Caught off guard by blue fingertips
A shock sent to my core
Those hands are made for shattering hearts