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 (in a playful tone, saying) that Music is chic heaven’s daughter affianced with the devil. You can bet that Music is the only magician who knows all opus pocus formulas. This Lady, — the Music, says the same words and yet differently while it's pulsating powerfully with its witchery notes , using its acolytes . This Empress, — the Music, it’s the One that leads you where it wants to take you. This Goddess, — the Music, it’s the reason for which the oxytocin flows in waves, leaving marks in the brain and in each neural circuitry . 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. It gives wings to the libido and stimulates intense emotions. And… it brings a better mood, taking you out of stress… (a stress which might lead to depression , burnout , and other similar disorders). Therefore, let the Music flow, for it's the therapy...

...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