Let me be the new sensation, penetration to your senses, the drive of your life, the life of your feelings, the feelings of your heart: beating hard. One, two, and three…. Infinitely beating, if there’s no such a thing as the infinite, let’s invent it with a rising rhythm.
Let me be your galaxy, your ecstasy, your most crazy fantasy. Vibrations coming from your brain waves, sending messages to your body, making you dance, making you get lost in a trance.
Let me swim in your mouth, taste your kiss, feel the bliss, shine like your saliva in the sun as you pronounce my name: music.
Let me be your freedom, your smile, your wings, your drug, your hot cocoa in the snow.
Come on you spectator, emancipate me, take my hand, mold my hips with your lips, travel through my skin, boil my blood with your voice as it says: I feel you.
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