by Piscator
too dense and boring, no body wants to hear about the resurrection of a soft cock
A lovely piece, Piscator, in its simplicity describing the journey we all go on: settling to listen to the rhythm of our bodies and hear the music they will make together if we only let them. Nicely said- in a quiet yet earnest voice, some disconcerting undertones that add tension, then continuing the rise to the climax. I love the title and its double meaning. Well done- 5*
though I feel a prosy-casual-stroll vibe from the whole
which I happen to appreciate and enjoy
- enjoyment + a touch of (needed) inspiration.
Not a bad way to spend a mid-morning,