Have you ever listened to Fever Ray? If you haven’t, you must listen to The Wolf. Especially when you feel ‘some type of way’ *chuckle* The way the beat goes. So seductive. It makes you sway according to the beat. The bass. The drums. The sounds. It evokes feelings as she wails and snarls in your ear. It makes your body sing. Makes your hands slip down slowly. Down south. You don’t look. You don’t think. You simply listen and act. You touch yourself. Slowly as it pulls you in. Hard as she croons in your ears. Making you wet. Making you moan. Making you sigh. It’s not the type of song that you should make love to. It’s a rave song… So as you dance with neon lights, grinding seductively against your partner. Leaning your head against his shoulder as the rain beats down heavily on you from the ceiling that is the sky, and he sucks the rain drops from your neck and slides his hands up your shirt. Your shirt raised inch by inch until his palm is firm against your uncovered breasts. Your nipples tugged and rolled and played with till they are turgid tips. You keep on grinding against him, your hands in his hair now clutching him closer as feelings beat at you from every angle. As the hand on your breasts holds you close, so close and the other is between your thighs. Playing then sliding in. You arch your back, not caring that you are in public. All you care about is the sounds of Fever Ray. You sway and twist sinuously against him as he plucks at your strings. Getting you to the edge. Keeping you there. Taking you over You turn round and kiss him. Whispering the sounds of the song against his lips as you hump against each other. Raindrops slipping between your lips whenever you separate for a split second to take in a breath. One… Two… Then another kiss. Tongues sliding against the other. Still singing. *fans self*. Maybe I shouldn’t listen to this song at my desk. Phew!