let me orchestrate your body. holding your bass, i fill your physical state like a vase painted with watercolor of a chinese artist. each long and strengthened finger strum the chords of you figure making you melt in memorable motion.
mimic’n a mime with a myriad of lust. the crowd is gone, but your’re still a star. don’t let the night create bittersweet emotions. your soft sweetened skin, rubbing against mine and you squeal smooth acoustic sounds as i vibrate you interior. feigning the next musical session. right when the prickly hairs of my promiscuous body stands in attention, i’m feeling the thrilling to accelerate your tempo woman. take you up a notch. turn you down a spot. man, turn the fucking music up.