so erotic! So she’s jerking him off with her feet or what?? 🦶🏼🍆 💦

I can dance on a dacefloor on this prod, well done

On ne me dira plus tu t'y prends comme un pied !! très jolie chanson 🤩🤩!!

intresting track remembers me on Stromae - tous les mémes...

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||| Once We Were Divine |||

An ode to remembering the forgotten truths of what it means to be human...
The power of feeling
The moment... 
The raw and real beating of blood and biology

The reclamation of time
Life
Connection
Empathy
Love 
Community

The power of forgetting the lies and behavioural conditioning
Turning away from fear

Embracing the self
The divine
Our birthright

Watch the video here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqqSEWOVCdI

Once We Were Divine

Explicit !
Lyrics :
My feet are damp with summer’s heat,
a slick devotion, perfumed and sweet.
They play in rhythm, soft yet firm,
a dance of pleasure, twist, and turn.

The air pulses of salt and musk,
a scent that lingers, bold, robust.
My arches press, my toes caress,
a skill perfected, nothing less.

Chorus:
My sweaty toes bring the heat,
Soft and tender, my soles entreat.
A footjob's promise, smooth and slow,
In this passion, let your pleasures flow.

Sweet feet caress your marble curve,
a dance that makes the nerves unnerve.
The friction builds, the tension grows,
a secret delight only my soles know.

No hands could match this velvet grip,
this teasing slide, this oily slip.
The warmth of skin, the pulse beneath,
You crave for an elusive relief.

Chorus:
My sweaty toes bring the heat,
Soft and tender, my soles entreat.
A footjob's promise, smooth and slow,
Your gorgeous shaft soon will flow.

Bridge:
Your breath quickens as I tease,
My toes entwined, eager to please.
A playful rhythm, a gentle squeeze
Soon, honey, you will moan “please”

I watch you shudder, watch you yield,
to every move my feet reveal.
A silent pact, a shared delight,
the edge of pleasure, edged just right.

And when you spurt, I smile, content,
my work well done, my strength well spent.
For in this art, I reign supreme—
a goddess of the sweat-slick dream.

The art of my soles

Taylor 114 CE (Strumming my guitar)
Logic Pro BeBop Organ (Playing my MIDI keyboard)
Logic Pro Classic Electric Piano (Playing my MIDI Keyboard)
Drums (EZ Drummer 3)
Bass (PG Music Real Track)
Vocals and Back up Vocals (me singing).
Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
***
Cover art:  photo of Halloween skeleton edited with Adobe stock images.
***
Won’t You Please Just Go
Verse 1
It used to be that right and wrong were clear cut, black and white
And people had the courage still to stand and fight the good fight
It used to be that folks could bridge across the partisan divide
Do the right thing and set their differences aside
Now the tech bros want to colonize Mars, and create a brand-new utopia
And if you’re skeptical of their vision, you’re just a luddite with myopia
They’re dreaming of a world of like minds, a place with no dissent
But too much group think has a way of becoming malevolent

Chorus
Won’t you go, won’t you go, won’t you please just go
Get on that rocket ship and fly to Mars (good riddance)
You say you’ll build a better society on the fourth rock from the sun
But there’s lots of work on Earth that still needs to be done.

Verse 2
Columbus sailed west and began a bold new age of exploration
But life on a barren rock seems like a recipe for frustration
It’s easy to be seduced by all that science fiction snake oil
but once you get to Mars, it’ll be nothing but drudgery and endless toil

Bridge
Seems like there are better ways for billionaires to spend their cash
Than living in a tin can on Mars like high-tech trailer trash.
They say the higher you fly, the harder you can fall;
Why trade a living planet for a dusty red ball?

Verse 3
Things can get kind of messy down here on good old planet Earth
You can turn tail and and try to escape this place of humanities birth
You can wipe the slate clean but there’s something in our DNA
You can make people march in lockstep but eventually there will be hell to pay.


Chorus
Won’t you go, won’t you go, won’t you please just go
Get on that rocket ship and fly to Mars (good riddance)
You say you’ll build a better society on the fourth rock from the sun
But there’s lots of work on Earth that still needs to be done

Won't You Please Just Go (to Mars)

Lyrics: @user-264930040 (poet Peter)
Piano and composition for piano: Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
Vocals, and vocal composition : Oddrun Eikli
Trumpet, studiowork and mix: Arne Hiorth


Debbies`s words about the piano composition:
"This piano composition takes its cues from Beethoven's Bagatelle "Für Elise". It seemed a bit of fun to give Beethoven's famous piece a new twist and so we have."

Thank you to my dear Debbie, Arne, and Peter, for this marvelous and joyful experience of working together. It brings so much JOY:)

An Autumn Pastorale

The year’s getting late, now summer’s sleeping
I contemplate how autumn’s creeping in.
Berries shining for the birds
As they harmonise each others’ words In a chorus like the angels heard.

The year’s getting late, for carefree living

Lazy times, with honest give and take.
Simple joys like baby smiles
And climbing hills to see for miles
The evening star switching on…year’s getting late

The year’s getting late, memories clinging
Better times, that sweet hope’s bringing in
The last of this year’s butterflies
Mother nature’s neat surprise

Can’t those days come back please? … year’s getting late.

Autumn Pastorale. Debra B. Oddrun E. Poet Peter. Arne H.

DRUMAX No. 70 // AUTUMNAL // Warm Colours in the Air ...
@joerxworx // Composition, Instruments, Arrangement, Tenor Saxophone, Mix
@docfritz // Rhythm Design, Awesome Drums & Percussion, Tracktitel & Cover
© 2025 | DRUMAX PROJECT | All Rights Reserved

DRUMAX // AUTUMNAL

Rapture is a new collaboration between the Beating Edge and Joe Stroffolino, following the awesome Asteroids (The Original Was Better). Joe wrote both the lyrics and the original music, while the Beating Edge rearranged and recorded it in a punchy rock style, adding driving guitars, strong rhythm, and dynamic choruses. Vocals feature Tom on lead, with Joe and Mary contributing both backing vocals and lead parts on certain verses and the bridge, creating a layered and energetic vocal texture.
The song explores the absurdity and irony of doomsday prophecies, the obsession with the rapture, and the endless cycle of believers and false prophets. It blends satirical storytelling with a critical eye on human behavior, delivering a mix of humor, intensity, and thought-provoking commentary through energetic rock arrangements. 
Rapture is a track that engages both the mind and the ears, combining narrative, power, and fun in equal measure.
Copyright 2025  Joe Stroffolino & The Beating Edge

Lyrics:

These prophets who say the world's gonna end and they set a specific date
And then when it doesn't happen, their followers still think they're great
The sun rises the next morning and people stumble out of bed
Disappointed that the rapture didn't happen and they're still alive instead of dead

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

They claim they have a direct line to God but there was a glitch in the connection
But now they're certain of the expiration date so they issue a correction
The shepherd guides the flock and tries to keep them safe from harm
But how many times can you cry wolf before people ignore your alarm

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

Who cares about the environment if you think the world is gonna end
And you're convinced the second coming is right around the bend
So drill baby drill and chop down all the plants and trees
No need to spend money on curing terrible disease

In every generation throughout history, people were certain that the rapture would come
And they had followers willing to believe them as they fed them each a tiny crumb
In baseball you only get three strikes and then the umpire says you're out
But when it comes to doomsday prophecies, the true believers have no doubt

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

Rapture

Inspired by a good friend...

Goodbye star falling from the midnight sky
Your dreams that won't come true
Have left you wondering why?

Your Fantasy is nothing real to me, oh no
Goodbye Star
Can't you see that nothing good is free, oh no
Goodbye star
Goodbye to all who loved you from the very start
Goodbye to your words coming from your broken heart

The love you take is all that you can fake, oh yeah
Goodbye star
Your mystery is nothing we can't see, oh no
Goodbye star

Goodbye Star

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Photo by Eyeem Mobile GmbH

Ride or Die

Atmospheric & soulful sax by Jörg: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

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Cheeky, sassy, kinky and playful songs exploring several styles and themes: grunge, bossa, pop..
I write the lyrics and poetry you can find here, unless mentionned otherwise. Sometimes, I compose music and play the piano. When I use AI for the music, I mention it in the tags.
I'm open for collabs with singers, poets, writers or composers looking for a lyricist.

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