The stage is set

And I want to you to be the backup to my standing mic.

The rhythm of pleasure fills the room.

and our voices will collide in harmony like a duet

As my body bounces to the melody of your voice

My curved stick will strike the drumhead behind you,

as our bodies sway to the rhythm.

My voice rises,

Your rhythm follows.

You pause,

I wait.

I call,

You respond.

Then I will strike the drum

 stronger than before 

Two bodies moving,

two voices meeting, 

two rhythms becoming one.

What a beautiful ballet!

No applause.

No eyes.

Just me and you.

And the symphony we create, 

When the world is quiet.

The stage is set,

the instruments are waiting,

and the mic is already live.

So, 

my stagemate 

Shall we begin?

@ÀDÙNÍ