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….
Make me tantric through the music. But don’t touch. And don’t speak. Let the music flow gently through the noise.
Rasfat? Yes pleaaaaase. And make it double.
Axwell & Bob Sinclar feat Ron Caroll -What a wonderful world