*Bum-ba-bum pa-bum bum-ba-bum pa-bum* “Trying to get next to
you… Every little thing you do…” *bum-ba-bum pa-bum bum-ba-bum pa-bum*
33°C and burning up in this heat. Sitting shirtless whilst melting onto the leather fabric on these here couches. Tearing away like scotch tape on every movement. Flamingosis’ joint “Next to You” pounds eardrums like a sledgehammer. The hypnotizing loop of the producer’s beats serenade the brain erupting a commotion of emotions. Intoxicated by Bright Moments head bopping to the orchestrated vibrations, pen touches paper.
Ceiling fan blowing around hot air recycling through and around. Ceiling fan’s blades spin sharp over the sun-drained canine. A feminine feline hosting a felonious funk against the enormously small hound, a tiny dog with a tremendous heart. Laying like a layman, a gentleman gentile. Shirtless, sweaty, pant-less and precisely packaged. Sweaty floral undergarments are what one must rely to provide a divide between butt-cheeks and these here couches. Sweaty floral undergarments blocking and preventing a sticky situation. Critical conditions where flesh infuses with furniture. Music spews out the sound bar flooding these here four walls.
Mind racing like a horse, engulfed with galloping ideas. Ears honed in on instrumentals possessing phat beats worth bopping to. Lost in thought dissecting L’Indécis’ Playtime. Distracted by the steady flow of heat coming off the speakers. Thumping exactly to current state of being, coinciding with feelings to a jive.