Pagey
Bluelight Crew
Lay back.
Listen to the music. The notes caressing your ears. Piercing them at times with an unexpected gusto of velvety magnificence. Circling around your lobes, teasing you endlessly before handing you that climactic yet unfinished perpetrated sense of endless well-being.
You wonder how so many emotions can possibly fuse into that one, flawless gift. How that gift can possibly have been so perfectly adapted to your instant needs and lustful ambitions. It knows you. Your running heart flows openly and admittedly at its elevated feet. Your desires are sprawled naked across your shining pupils and the tears of wonder gathering in your eyes are the testimony of years of resented beauty.
The notes come to a sudden, shaking, screeching halt and your chest is interrupted mid-heave. The paradisiac tears are swallowed as your tilt your head back, running your hand through your unworthy hair. It shouldn't have ended.
Listen to the music. The notes caressing your ears. Piercing them at times with an unexpected gusto of velvety magnificence. Circling around your lobes, teasing you endlessly before handing you that climactic yet unfinished perpetrated sense of endless well-being.
You wonder how so many emotions can possibly fuse into that one, flawless gift. How that gift can possibly have been so perfectly adapted to your instant needs and lustful ambitions. It knows you. Your running heart flows openly and admittedly at its elevated feet. Your desires are sprawled naked across your shining pupils and the tears of wonder gathering in your eyes are the testimony of years of resented beauty.
The notes come to a sudden, shaking, screeching halt and your chest is interrupted mid-heave. The paradisiac tears are swallowed as your tilt your head back, running your hand through your unworthy hair. It shouldn't have ended.
