Я хочу каждый твой атом

It's like an electric shock instantly, right down to your goosebumps. Everything burns in adrenaline, where passion turns into chaos and common sense goes out for a smoke. He seemed to just want one nite, but he's been pulled into an orbit he can't escape. There's madness in every word, audacity in every chord, as if the heart decided to play Russian roulette with love. A hum beats against my chest, like a pulse after someone else's gaze. Everything is too much: the smell, the movements, the shadows on the skin. Even cynicism doesn't offer relief from this heat, because here sin becomes a reward, and addiction sounds like a compliment. In the end, there's only one thing left to admit: not every storm destroys. Some just remind you that you're alive.