Future funk so sleek like a wet patch on the sheets that’s still warm. Beats as moist and fragrant as an orchid house. Stamens protrude and petals unfurl to chillwave-rhythm-&-booty. Throaty serenades, whispered promises. Slippery but not sticky say the bells of Zhu, Homme and Kitty. You know you want it. Over and over again.

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