Her blood is a running force.
Her temple's hydraulics; the
Instrument of
Her will. She loves like a natural
Catastrophe
Without remorse or contemplation.
Leaving scars in her wake.
When she moves I hear the theme
Song to Raiders of the Lost Ark.
She is my Tomb Raider, my heroine.
I recieve her
Saving me
Like the plot of any
Action movie.
She has blood like a vulcano.
She has love like ashes to bury
Cities.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Her blood is a running force.
Her temple's hydraulics; the
Instrument of
Her will. She loves like a natural
Catastrophe
Without remorse or contemplation.
Leaving scars in her wake.
When she moves I hear the theme
Song to Raiders of the Lost Ark.
She is my Tomb Raider, my heroine.
I recieve her
Saving me
Like the plot of any
Action movie.
She has blood like a vulcano.
She has love like ashes to bury
Cities.
My Tina has the looks of Lara Croft and...well...balls of Indy Jones. But she hates spiders, not snakes. And she can only shoot straight after two ciders.
Don't ask me how I know...
