the smell of dust accumulated on the needle liquid onyx caressing each circle a soft crackling sigh that stirs in my soul, the rings binding the sensual sounds of Motown and jazz, a lover's touch~tracing curves and grooves.
gazing at it, a carrousel of desire spinning with a slow, seductive rhythm a dance of vinyl and needle, intimate and raw this was my escape, my erotic sanctuary, inviting mine to follow, a symphony of whispers and sighs, each revolution a promise of ecstasy.
