Ronetele

We are two bodies pressed together, stumbling into a dimly lit room, high as kites with the smell of cigarettes crushed into our hair. Against the wall, against the door, a mess of clothes and hot breath. This is living in the moment; this is life as we know it. Music becomes us, music is sex, we are sex and it is all around us, it fills our minds and our souls, and we are encapsulated with the very wholeness of our being and what we are trying to achieve. We are the sun and the moon and every little flower, blade of grass, animal that scratches, claws and bites. We are kings and the world is ours for the taking as the beat pounds in time wit