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Me and her at Pinch Spirits, I'm not an alcoholic.. but the subject is hot.
Bar fly on the stool. Intense four-eyed look, enchanted, lost in her slightly moist tears.
The time to order one thing: gin0123 and tonic, "gray goose" and ginger as if it were raining
A few words, a silence that makes noise ... I look for contact and place a hand on his thigh, an internal grip that touches the lace of the hold-up. One in front of the other .. free fly in the arms of Eros and Thanatos [cit.]
We are two blondes pulled to the impossible ... we get into the car in search of the "rhythm of the night". We want to dance outside and move inside. On our heels we fly, the bouncer makes room.
The runway is full of smells and impulses, to begin with: two ladies for the ladies ... because 4 better than 2
"VINNE - Tell Me"
Vinne accompanies, enhances, creates shapes
The thoughts .. "don't look back."
"Liu & Vokker - Don't Look Back" tomorrowland
It's theater of excess is attraction magna is solemn rite. Pure Fun.
We dance in a corner between the eyes of those who stop ... we smile as if we were alone, we use the space as if we were between 3 walls: a triangle whose base rests on a line dancing to our rhythm.
I close my eyes and think ... I do not even form an equation that she is behind me, her hands on the wings of my pelvis. She dictates the rhythm, cosine wave that never meet.
The contact of her hands changes, she squeezes and begins to move: am I prey to music or her hands?
My already short dress slips even higher, she hooks my thighs from the inside, I sit on her. A hyperbole rhythm [cit.] that merges to meet at the origin, in a single beat. I love dancing with my back to my shoulders, twirling neurons, samba-dancing hormones [cit.], actin and myosin in a Ford-style machine shop.
"Martin Garrix - Animals"
Public in raptures, they're getting closer, we're getting closer and closer.
Without ever losing the rhythm, we lean against the wall: eyes in the eyes, hands touching his back and sliding along the column, loins pure energy, the sacred... until we take the buttocks and climb back up. We squeeze, legs intertwined to stay closer, the corner of the pelvis beating between her thighs, cheek to cheek support, and a hand flying over her neck collecting her hair. She whispers in my ear, I can feel the heat of the voice on her neck [cit.] ... neck point of no return, throw track!
Anxious and not for the fatigue ... it's very hot, we need oxygen: we disconnect to breathe ... eyes, mouths laughing in the dark.
Bullseye [cit.] .. I'm kidnapped.
"Cat Dealers - Your Body"
Pulsating lobes, insula variegated to her perfume. And there's no antidote.
The desire for her, for slow, deep and dirty sex ... the desire to spread her legs wide so as never to close them again [cit.].
There's no more music, except in the distance. There are no words, only desire imprinted in every inch of skin. We get in the car and it's as if a tsunami has overwhelmed us. It's a kiss that embraces and envelops everything it meets... devours, at times desperate, at times to drive away the sadness. The sight of her wet eyes warms my heart. The breath comes back regular. I caress her face with two hands and hold her close to me. Same pulse, same number of breaths. She stares at me: I read her pain, I see her wound deep. I smile at her, I lean against the seat while she starts the engine.
I didn't know where to sleep so in the impromptu general I asked a friend for the keys. Multi-storey loft, she walks me inside. She rarely uses it, it's huge and it's very cold: I light the pellet stove. She's on the sofa, watching me. I come back from the kitchen with the only Spirit I could find. Sips from the bottle, she snuggles on me, under the same blanket.
"Somewhere Else - Uh Huh"
We barely know each other, yet her pain seeps in like it was mine. The alcohol corrodes and melts the walls of that block inside. You can feel it in the center, it floats at the mouth of the stomach. From one to the other they become more ... Newton's spheres that begin to move one on top of the other ... energy that is preserved in perpetual motion and rises: double embolism upwards and countercurrent downwards. Our bodies are reanimated, sexual energy awakened in a flash. I hold her in my arms and kiss her softly, with one hand I wrap my shoulders, with the other I explore her body, slide between her breasts, glide over her belly and arrive between her thighs. One finger, middle finger.. two fingers, ring finger.. open hand and two fingers inside. I stay inside and just move my fingers. With the other hand I play with her mouth, I caress her face and make room to smell her neck ... I touch it with the tip of my lips, kiss it in the corner under her ear. I grab her hair, arch her back, and it opens even more ... three fingers, four ... hand closed with my fist and tongue in her throat. I overpower her, but I want more. She's sitting on the couch, I'm kneeling in front of her. Hooked fingers, deep movement. Warm tongue accompanying and at regular intervals stops.
"Mike Williams - Melody (Tip Of My Tongue)"
Completely open, back arched, moaning at every lunge ... the euphoria rises to the head, there is no more rhythm, only peaks of very high pressure, seconds, minutes, time is relative, his body in fusion: internal combustion engine receptors, gears engaged.
I hear it vibrate, first in the body, then with the voice. From deep inside.
"Tiësto & Dzeko - Crazy (Tiësto's Big Room Mix) "
I lose my head, flat encephalogram, turn her around and position myself right on top of her, perfectly intertwined. So wet she lets me slip, open up and mix her mood with mine. I project my body forward, clitoris on clitoris, I feel like I'm fucking her.
She caresses my breasts, squeezes my nipples, I give her one without stopping moving, impossible to stop. Tongue circulating on the pigmentation of the areola [cit.] as thin as a brush .. spatula on the tip of the nipple .. lips closing .. oral administration [cit.] It's the same with the other one, but this time she can't finish .. I come.
A long and beautiful orgasm .. my breast between her lips. I lay on her and I burst into a liberating cry, for me, for her... because that orgasm from inside cleaned and swept away all my weaknesses.
Bar fly on the stool. Intense four-eyed look, enchanted, lost in her slightly moist tears.
The time to order one thing: gin0123 and tonic, "gray goose" and ginger as if it were raining
A few words, a silence that makes noise ... I look for contact and place a hand on his thigh, an internal grip that touches the lace of the hold-up. One in front of the other .. free fly in the arms of Eros and Thanatos [cit.]
We are two blondes pulled to the impossible ... we get into the car in search of the "rhythm of the night". We want to dance outside and move inside. On our heels we fly, the bouncer makes room.
The runway is full of smells and impulses, to begin with: two ladies for the ladies ... because 4 better than 2
"VINNE - Tell Me"
Vinne accompanies, enhances, creates shapes
The thoughts .. "don't look back."
"Liu & Vokker - Don't Look Back" tomorrowland
It's theater of excess is attraction magna is solemn rite. Pure Fun.
We dance in a corner between the eyes of those who stop ... we smile as if we were alone, we use the space as if we were between 3 walls: a triangle whose base rests on a line dancing to our rhythm.
I close my eyes and think ... I do not even form an equation that she is behind me, her hands on the wings of my pelvis. She dictates the rhythm, cosine wave that never meet.
The contact of her hands changes, she squeezes and begins to move: am I prey to music or her hands?
My already short dress slips even higher, she hooks my thighs from the inside, I sit on her. A hyperbole rhythm [cit.] that merges to meet at the origin, in a single beat. I love dancing with my back to my shoulders, twirling neurons, samba-dancing hormones [cit.], actin and myosin in a Ford-style machine shop.
"Martin Garrix - Animals"
Public in raptures, they're getting closer, we're getting closer and closer.
Without ever losing the rhythm, we lean against the wall: eyes in the eyes, hands touching his back and sliding along the column, loins pure energy, the sacred... until we take the buttocks and climb back up. We squeeze, legs intertwined to stay closer, the corner of the pelvis beating between her thighs, cheek to cheek support, and a hand flying over her neck collecting her hair. She whispers in my ear, I can feel the heat of the voice on her neck [cit.] ... neck point of no return, throw track!
Anxious and not for the fatigue ... it's very hot, we need oxygen: we disconnect to breathe ... eyes, mouths laughing in the dark.
Bullseye [cit.] .. I'm kidnapped.
"Cat Dealers - Your Body"
Pulsating lobes, insula variegated to her perfume. And there's no antidote.
The desire for her, for slow, deep and dirty sex ... the desire to spread her legs wide so as never to close them again [cit.].
There's no more music, except in the distance. There are no words, only desire imprinted in every inch of skin. We get in the car and it's as if a tsunami has overwhelmed us. It's a kiss that embraces and envelops everything it meets... devours, at times desperate, at times to drive away the sadness. The sight of her wet eyes warms my heart. The breath comes back regular. I caress her face with two hands and hold her close to me. Same pulse, same number of breaths. She stares at me: I read her pain, I see her wound deep. I smile at her, I lean against the seat while she starts the engine.
I didn't know where to sleep so in the impromptu general I asked a friend for the keys. Multi-storey loft, she walks me inside. She rarely uses it, it's huge and it's very cold: I light the pellet stove. She's on the sofa, watching me. I come back from the kitchen with the only Spirit I could find. Sips from the bottle, she snuggles on me, under the same blanket.
"Somewhere Else - Uh Huh"
We barely know each other, yet her pain seeps in like it was mine. The alcohol corrodes and melts the walls of that block inside. You can feel it in the center, it floats at the mouth of the stomach. From one to the other they become more ... Newton's spheres that begin to move one on top of the other ... energy that is preserved in perpetual motion and rises: double embolism upwards and countercurrent downwards. Our bodies are reanimated, sexual energy awakened in a flash. I hold her in my arms and kiss her softly, with one hand I wrap my shoulders, with the other I explore her body, slide between her breasts, glide over her belly and arrive between her thighs. One finger, middle finger.. two fingers, ring finger.. open hand and two fingers inside. I stay inside and just move my fingers. With the other hand I play with her mouth, I caress her face and make room to smell her neck ... I touch it with the tip of my lips, kiss it in the corner under her ear. I grab her hair, arch her back, and it opens even more ... three fingers, four ... hand closed with my fist and tongue in her throat. I overpower her, but I want more. She's sitting on the couch, I'm kneeling in front of her. Hooked fingers, deep movement. Warm tongue accompanying and at regular intervals stops.
"Mike Williams - Melody (Tip Of My Tongue)"
Completely open, back arched, moaning at every lunge ... the euphoria rises to the head, there is no more rhythm, only peaks of very high pressure, seconds, minutes, time is relative, his body in fusion: internal combustion engine receptors, gears engaged.
I hear it vibrate, first in the body, then with the voice. From deep inside.
"Tiësto & Dzeko - Crazy (Tiësto's Big Room Mix) "
I lose my head, flat encephalogram, turn her around and position myself right on top of her, perfectly intertwined. So wet she lets me slip, open up and mix her mood with mine. I project my body forward, clitoris on clitoris, I feel like I'm fucking her.
She caresses my breasts, squeezes my nipples, I give her one without stopping moving, impossible to stop. Tongue circulating on the pigmentation of the areola [cit.] as thin as a brush .. spatula on the tip of the nipple .. lips closing .. oral administration [cit.] It's the same with the other one, but this time she can't finish .. I come.
A long and beautiful orgasm .. my breast between her lips. I lay on her and I burst into a liberating cry, for me, for her... because that orgasm from inside cleaned and swept away all my weaknesses.
