Sympathetic Nervous System
I am the water; the water on a pavement. The water under your feet – boiling and looking at you – that is what I am. I am the mannequin staring at you while you’re looking at me. You’re trying to understand; your attempts to figure out what’s wrong with me make me laugh. You’re so focused on me and your memories. You find me familiar, scary and… hot. I am your type of sexy and your kind of man. You look at my perfect body – and we are both wet. You look into my eyes and cannot even scream – you feel that I am alive and ready to touch you. You are afraid but you know that no matter where you go or run now you will always be back to me. Always… You won’t find me here anymore. But you will see me somewhere else again. And again. And again, and again, and again… I am the sound in your ears. I am the sound of synthesizer and the love sighs. Synth-e-sighs. I am the voice of lust and sex in your head – and the realization of this fact makes you wet. Sudden lust and orgasm in the middle of a crowded street. This madness is your special viscous secret. This madness is you and I. I am the cat staring at your eyes and feet. I am the black cat following your shadow. I am your guardian and a lustful animal at your feet. I lick you while you sleep that’s why your dreams are always wet and beautiful… I am your eyes. I am your tongue. I am that hooker under the bridge waiting for you and your dirty wishes. Are you ready to share your fantasies with your personal hooker? Sure you are, babe. I am you air and your spit. I am.
Links:
Minimal Wave: http://minimalwave.com/artists/artist/sympathy-nervous/
