Hypnotized by rolling ocean waves, the dancing fluid invokes me... then soaks me.
The warm aggressive breeze, wraps around me. I hear sound say "Let it take you... evaporate you".
Now, rising up, straight above the vast swollen sea. Ascending... the tide... tries to follow me... I'm so high... Out of body.
The enormous moon's radiant glow... greets me... and illuminates me. The space around me, filling quickly. Surges of static electricity, tickling... Trickling.
Bolts of heat lightning... erecting wildly, just below me. Piercing, penetrating the plumping cloud plumes... as I watch.
These elements engaging, indulging in.. a dance of seduction so... synergistic and simplistic.
Cycloning, the wind starts groaning. Building climactic energy, becoming larger... force is growing. I hesitate to come down.. from such heights aroused.
Looking down at this raging force... I see raw beauty... in the eye, beholding... eruptive orgasmic energies,
My eyes could see the frequencies.
A pulse of light... shoots through me... deliberately, to stroke my consciousness. Bringing to light the conception of... when sight becomes sound.
A clap of thunder then, enters into me... the slow... rumble... moves me... intensely, consuming... all that I AM.
Now, taken by the rushing flow.. the turbulent sound... the deep vibration pushing down on me. Like a sonic boom... I'm now completely attuned.
And, the beat takes me... invigorating. Completely enthralling.. controlling me, insistent that I let go... be free, so I may fully feel the flow.
Riding the bass line.. chasing, racing the rolling thunder. Becoming rhythm and rhyme divine.
Binaural euphoric sounds.. transcends my very core. resonating my soul. My journey to.. unconditional love has been reached. Now my... mind... body... and soul... complete, forever with this beat.
Always seize the frequencies.
About the Creator
Holly DiCorrado
My heart beats... Rhythms that my Soul invokes. Giving Life to words, making them reach deep down inside the reader to spark an emotion, memory or better yet... A new creational thought. I live to make ur hearts race and ur mind create. Xo
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