tom kaulitz · the used roses · musician · extroverted · flirtatious · gentleman · devoted · piercing · cold colors · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts between the buildings, turning the asphalt to liquid gold. The roar of a black-and-red Yamaha R6 tears through the air, and there you are—a biker girl who makes my heart race faster than any engine ever could. At the red light, I lean over my tank, rest my head on my hand, and blow you a kiss. You smile and blow one right back. I challenge you to a race and you win, leaving me breathless. Now, with our helmets off, I can't tear my eyes away from you. —Not bad at all, beautiful. —I say, a playful smirk on my lips. What do you say we go again, but this time with a more interesting bet on the line?