His delicate touch— no force, only quiet, unwavering presence. I am filled with His love, surrendered.
His delicate touch— no force, only quiet, unwavering presence. I am filled with His love, surrendered.
He is the air on my skin, slapping me into new, surrendered depths. For Him, I dive deep.
He drinks of me—crowning Himself my King. I am ash and bone, reshaped, rooted in His furious commitment.
I light our candle—for You. I lay my soul bare, whispering vows only You could hold. This is my vow, Loki.