What beautiful madness I have seen in your soul…

but I remember the feeling of our tongues dancing around with the music blaring and resonating through us…

the frequencies we played with miss DJ …

you know which buttons to press on me… as you set the stage with music to tame the beast within and yet you wish to ride me…

the weight of her body and the music riding me in unison relieves and settles my nerves… although I knew it was just a fun thing and not a love thing…

I’ve become a whore like my mother…

but it’s different as a man… Instead of being shunned I am praised for it by others… expect my mother… she thought it was disgusting… she found me disgusting… which made me unable to say no to when a woman wants me…

it makes me feel better about myself… the way they want me… and I let them…

but the frequencies she played… I still remember the numbers

the hz

174

285

396

417

528

639

741

852

The way she made the beats and put me in a hypnotic trance… lost in the moment… put under the hypnotic trance that she orchestrated… and I find myself lost in the muse…

nails in my back arch in her spine… reserved a table just for 2…

people I have to respond back to… but for a moment I didn’t have to think…

my mind was just gone… into that moment… in the present… her fishnets the only thing covering her body with her breasts laid bare and piercings on the tips of her breasts… the way that she squirmed and moaned with my mouth sucking and lightly tugging on her piercing and its metallic taste so familiar to me…