Outrageous. Beautiful. Misfit.

Fuck Metaphors

I dream of dreams that make me dream...dreams that evoke sensual and provocative carnal innuendos on the woman i'm about to fuck...she's all chained up...dressed in the kinkiest S&M garb with a crotchless leather underwear...i approach...at first tentatively...tensin when she looks at me...my excited breaths breakin the lull of silence...when...with increasin intensity...the CD goes...

THE TEASE:
There's a certain clarity delivered when a drum strikes...
Again & again...
As the tone swells & drops...
Dance & percussion...
Are interdependant on each other...
Becoz the dialogue is openin up between them...

THE MOVE:
Music is a form of expression...
Of pure emotion...
Transcendin the boundary of language...
Like a cosmic morsecode...

THE KISS:
Dance & percussion...
To the pattern of the beat...
As the tone swells and drops...
The rhythm emerges from the pattern of the beat...

THE FUCK:
But when one engages himself through dance...
The experience of communication is brought up to another level...
Coz now...
We're not just receivin the information...
We're respondin to it...

THE AFTERMATH:
Dance & percussion...
Of pure emotion...

Let's dance baby...you and me...