you've got this sick nauseous feeling. and it's mixing with the feeling of sultry melodies, smoldering heat hidden beneath the cool sheets of nighttime, underneath warm cocoa skin, ready ready. this is when slow motion is good. this is when you file all the documents of proof inside the metal box, and flip the switch off. lock that door goodbye. you know, it's time to follow that song, feel every single note. how soft and smoothe the O's are, how that shudder lasts enough to rinse the bitter pill down good. bury yourself in the flesh of it, forget about dull air.he's exploring the taste of her