AliceMorgane

Blue eyes, long brown hair, and a figure you can’t hide under an oversized hoodie. I love the open road at night, the roar of the engine, and the kind of speed that takes your breath away. But I love even more those moments when speed gives way to silence—and in that silence, there’s room for two. I’m a romantic, but I’m not the type to wait for a prince on a white horse. Rather, I’m waiting for someone who isn’t afraid to take me for a ride and then stay with me until dawn. I know how to be tender—but only with those who deserve it.

I’m aroused by the thought of how eagerly you want to take control of me while you’re at work all day or busy with other things. How you write to me about how you take one strap off my shoulder and gently kiss my neck and shoulder, and inhale the scent of my hair.

False words, behavior. I can’t stand it when people pry into my soul without having earned the right to do so, when they confuse arrogance with confidence, and haste with passion. Those who don’t read between the lines, who are afraid of silence, and who don’t know how to wait pass me by.