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.
