Saturday-ish

Delightfully rolling down my lips, so cold, so sweet, so strong. The glass is always human in my finger tips.

A little ice. now close your eyes. and let the dizzy warmth intrude the veins….

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Make me tantric through the music. But don’t touch. And don’t speak. Let the music flow gently through the noise.

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Rasfat? Yes pleaaaaase. And make it double.

Axwell & Bob Sinclar feat Ron Caroll -What a wonderful world

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