Walk through my door
Heart on your sleeve
Smile on your face
Take my hand
Lead me to my bed
Stand above me
Remove your clothes
Unveil my body next
Feast your eyes upon me
Drape your body over mine
Cover my mouth with yours
And adore me
I will adore you
Fill me with your fire
I’ll speak to you in tongues
As we press on to oblivion
Being my own hero one line at a time
23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
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