Battlefield Love.
by me
You're a warrior with a heart of copper, an armor. Hard and cold just like your home. Your eyes as black as gun powder but you sex is like a war. Loud, uncontrollable, and messy. Filled with adrenaline, you can't get enough, you're a junkie, a slave to the rush.
Our romance was like revolution; new, pure, unstable, but hell was it exciting.










