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 wave.
It’s gazette headline before
sunrise. An empire explored
wrapped and quite to milk it.
The hidden fever spiced with
torpedo-love ingredients for
the wild savor of happiness.
Happiness infuriated about
what’s in your mind and of who
you are when you’re insinuating
of being my secure turbo lover

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Thunderpussy │ Sin City All-Stars

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