I used to sell chairs, until one day a customer told me that they weren’t dancing equipment. Turns out dancing doesn’t involve sitting in silence alone, and I’d been doing it wrong for years.
Some people sleepwalk, but I sleeprun. The other night I breezed through a whole marathon. Good thing I was wearing my Nike Air Zoom Alphafly Next%s, because I was able to cover the distance in record time—without waking up my cat, who was curled up next to me the whole slumber.
No sunken treasure to be found here.
I’ll be your Mozart, if you’ll be my gang of wolves. If you can do that, I’ll also be your Wolfgang.
When your skin gets carressed by the warm summer breeze, I hope you think of my breath on your body and remember the details. It’s the scents, tastes, and textures that provide richness to romance.
Your body is musically curved, like a Stradivarius, and you make me want to be a better concert performer. I do it for your affection, though the applause from the audience is always appreciated.
If your eyeballs are on fire, you might try putting on sunglasses so you don’t blind me while I talk to you. Come on, be considerate while carrying on a conversation.
Liquid xylophone music with a hint of saxophone is too exotic and sexy to taste test right now. I’ll have to wait until the world is ready for that level of experiential retail, but once it goes live, after the samples get canned, I predict a baby boom.
Kind Art Zoo Jar just invented lollipop-flavored pants. Taste before you buy! The crotch area has the most yum per square inch.