Far from vague record spins... spinning tunes... skin crosses as finger prints mark record tops...
Side-note:
Fall is my season. Winter is my second love. Spring is my fling. Summer is always unfair
I've fallen over every track into winter cold moments; goosebumps when my "song" comes on. springing into your summer complexion I've imagined a Nia Long beauty DJ scratching...
...scratching tracks and scratching backs
I've exited the club the second my ears laid eyes on you
gone; vacated... my eyelids close and my mind is lifted to the increased audio
no longer chasing the lyrics I'm chasing my imagination to envision your hands tracing me the way you do your spins
DJ let me grind and wind to your beats all over your turntable dance floors... records spinning... I'm spinning into the melodies... you know just what my soul needs so that my soul can tease your dancing eyelids
eyelids dancing and my mind is dancing on the notion of having a moment to devour pierced nipples... let that ring tango in my mouth
*sips third drink*
DJ something about dancing that is sexy to the core... your spins are sexy to the core... working your Whoodini magic at your booth... sexy to the core
kick those clowns out of the booth... ad-libbing behind you... (Thinking:: okay jealousy simmer down)
lets get into this booth and slide under tables and stands... the ability to leave you unable to stand
I'll be your chemist as you've been musics chemist. Everywhere is my favorite club when I'm in your presence. Your tease with these slow jams is ill... I'm ill...
*sends texts to my real beauty*
I won't be ill if I can give her what I'd give you both
.... A sexing chemist
*looks for my designated driver*
Potions of old school hip hop and new vibe tracks exploding on your audiences ear drums... You run this ship
freak it... I am lost in the spin of the sounds
*a mic is lifted to the firmest soft lips*...
adoring the sound
kool kid shout outs followed by a "lets turn this shit up!!!"
soulfully getting fucked up... ass bouncing... chris brown croons --- "now we gon get fucked up no excuses no apologies!!!!"
answering every question in the affirmative... I can't dance but I sure can... ...
enough said
Thirsting for your next mix...
*finishes fifth drink*
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