He Is Her Master.....And He Is The Core Of Any Band......He Commands There Respect.........Without Percussion There Is No Music.........He Can Excite....Or He Can Destroy...........Her Language Is Percussion.....One A Drummer Lusts After And Endures With His KIT......Together They Incite Fires Of Roving Highs...With Her TOMS...Her HIGH HAT Shivers For His Touch...........and Her Kick Bites His Leg Every time...And Surely Resinates Through His Body............His Manner Is Soft.....Often Unnoticed To Many........But His Skill Is Beyond Others........They Are The Bands SOUL........And Ensures They Never Loose There RHYTHM........His Body Devours ....Music.......Like No Other.....His Knowledge ...His Gentleness.....His Precision......And The Percussion.......That Drives All Women Wild.......He Knows So Well.....He Can Create The Mood With His Stix In An Instant..........They Travel in Unison.......Deep Throbbing ....Feelings.....Passion Burning......Deeper Than A Guitar Screams......She Has More Capability To Move Throughout the Music.......Her Skins Make Many Rhythms.....Many Moving Twists Does She Take You To....With His Skill Touching Her Lightly...From A Samba To A Hard Core Rock.....Yes He Is The Drummer.....With His Hands He Incites Climaxes.....And Controls ......Every Hip Action In The Band....And Transpires That Onto The Dance Floors And Into Your Homes...For Lovers To Burn To.....Moving To His Hands Of Wondrous Percussion.......Catching Your Breath And Hearing Her Shiver ,As He Reaches Her SNARE.........Yes He Is The Drummer.....And He Loves Her SKIN......
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