It would appear that 2:27am is my new witching hour, this is the second time I have woken from my bed at that exact time from my bed for the week...albeit because apparently I was hungry, but today there was something else behind this awaken, I kept dreaming/thinking about soca and fetes and new music releases. They would not go away...this music this season, it's infectious it the need to bacchanal courses deep in my veins, the pulsating bass line moves me it grabs hold of me an consumes me to the point where I find it difficult to hear this music, this soca and not move.
I'm hungry for the sound, the beat, the cords, the lyrics, the vibes, it breathes life into me....ah! soca I love it, I must have it in my life...
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Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
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Every weekend over the last few months has been somewhere between good - great; with some "fucking mad" sprinkled here and there. ... -
She pins my hands against the wall, I'm disarmed and weakened by desire. The nakedness of this well sculpted caramel goddess now on mine...
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