The DJ

The DJ spun the decks so fine, using the passion of music to blow their minds, with a flick and a tuck of the wrist it had all begun as the DJ was a number one.

Slowly the DJ teased and the DJ tantalised, slowly the DJ built up the speed and made them fantasies, as the DJ’s passion grew ever more, bodies danced crazed upon the dance floor.

The DJ slapped on the funky groove as the ladies really began to move, hips were moving and the grind was on, as the lyrical MC began the funky rap song.

Soon it was a chaos of base and music supreme, something that was as though born in a crazy, crazy dream, the slamming and joy from the dance floor, only encouraged the DJ to give some more.

After winding up to the extreme, the DJ wound down or so it would seem, just as the slower moves had begun, the DJ would show them why this DJ was number one.

Squirming and twitching, all were once more as the DJ blasted pure sound across the crazed dance floor, a powerful blast of so much extreme, the ladies near the speakers were feeling the lyrical dream.

After taking them up and bringing them down, sweat and hormones stumbled all around, now it was up to the DJ, was the DJ getting bored entertaining the screaming hoard or had the DJ only started to play after all the DJ would be back another day.

The DJ had decided to wind down for the night, as the DJ had seen something quit interesting and tight, once the set had come to an end the DJ managed to finally get a drink for which the DJ did send.

Nph Photographic & Written Works

2006

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