it's almost midnight… delight me with your moon, with your mouth, with your hand, then rolls me within you… hide me in the hue of your shadows to feel the tip of your tongue wandering through me as after, to fall into the void, till the ground, then up to the "Do♭♭", making me for making you start to hum, «'cause I'm a man, my woman, my friend»

You can bet that Music is heaven’s daughter, affianced with the devil… or, the only magician who knows very well plenty of opus pocus formulas. This lady, — the Music, says the same words, and yet, differently, pulsating powerfully with her witchery notes, using Her acolytes. It’s the One that leads where it wants to take you. It’s the reason for which the oxytocin flows in waves, letting marks in the brain and in each neural circuitry, — this Goddess. Furthermore, it’s the Divine product, not just a simple pleasure. It’s part of the background noise of each existence, offering a full life. Also, it amuses and energizes. Gives wings to the libido and stimulates intense emotions. And… it brings a better mood that’s taking us out of stress… (stress which might lead to depression, burnout, and other similar disorders). Therefore, let the Music flow, for it is therapy in itself. Not to mention that it makes us sexy… (otherwise, how to explain the sex appeal of the rock stars 🎸, anointed a...

...defines pleasure — ...to define pleasure is to exist, — to act as if I were aiming to inspire enough to be lured into a dream at the level of living an organic joy with nobody else but someone (…) while others explain the essence of that inner experience, expressed just for you, you for me, both for us ...hmm, I burn with desire to tell you, to tell you… how much I missed you

sometimes, — pilot sometimes, — vet... today's agreement, — he consults her cat