turbo lover
It's felt in any cell of my body, in every thought of my spirit, in every breath of my lungs. It's like a kiss in a marathon with no finish line but a wave wildly animated in my sleep. It's the gazette headline before sunrise. An empire explored, wrapped, and fairly, to milk it. It's a hidden fever spiced with torpedo-love ingredients for the wild savor of happiness. It's what's infuriated by your mind and who you are while insinuate of being my 100% safe turbo lover.