I Love to Wreck Dance Floors With House Music
When you're at a small club, with a beast of a sound system, with just the right amount of space to dance freely, before all the D-bags get too wasted that you can't walk past them without getting groped! The whole place vibrating at the DJ's command. Everyone is so lost in the music, nothing else exists! Then.... It starts to rise....
At first, It begins to increase so slowly, you don't even notice. As the energy gradually builds, you feel the whole place connect to you, but not like a toaster plugs into an outlet in the wall ... More like the piece that broke off the cop in Terminator II, when it turned to liquid and coalesced with the rest of him to make him whole again!
At a certain point in the rise, everything inside you stops! For a moment, you can't breathe... You are caught up in the rise! Just like an undertow, it carries you away.... The anticipation gets so intense, that the time between one heartbeat and the next, feels like an eternity!
Once that beat drops, the last breath you took feels like it is reverberated back into you, and every cell in your body exploads into perfect, harmonious bliss! To say that this feeling resembles an orgasm, is like comparing a Ferrari to a tricycle! It just doesn't do it justice...
At first, It begins to increase so slowly, you don't even notice. As the energy gradually builds, you feel the whole place connect to you, but not like a toaster plugs into an outlet in the wall ... More like the piece that broke off the cop in Terminator II, when it turned to liquid and coalesced with the rest of him to make him whole again!
At a certain point in the rise, everything inside you stops! For a moment, you can't breathe... You are caught up in the rise! Just like an undertow, it carries you away.... The anticipation gets so intense, that the time between one heartbeat and the next, feels like an eternity!
Once that beat drops, the last breath you took feels like it is reverberated back into you, and every cell in your body exploads into perfect, harmonious bliss! To say that this feeling resembles an orgasm, is like comparing a Ferrari to a tricycle! It just doesn't do it justice...
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