A Capella Erotica

No need for a loud background sound, my howl will raise you up off the ground. I can snatch you up with my voice, you won’t walk away again by choice. Go spill our interstellar secrets, share there are absolutely no regrets. Speak of how my taste is addictive, dramatize every drop I have to give. You always say ‘You have Moon skin. Tell me tales of everywhere you’ve been.’ Fall into my depiction of a far off land, my words you instinctively understand. Savor a sip of picante’ exotica. I’m the backbeat, a cappella erotica.