Country: France
Artist: Band
Career: debut
Language: English
Genre: Pop
Christian meticulously stretched out his swimming trunks enhanced bronzed body by the pool as he contemplated why the monokini girls idling by could arouse his appetite no longer. Julie, those pert and nimble, pink-topped peaks, it had been real with her, hadn’t it? But reality was no longer the immutable surface of yesteryear, it had been become pliable and flexible with his sense of right and wrong. Noémie, the burgeoning warmth of those plump mounds, always glistening as if covered in dewdrops, but he could only ever imagine her as an alternative, a haven from the small breasted women controlling his life and mind, a mountain scale to hide out from the world and its demands. Stephanie’s stern and bitter flesh was a flashback to his father’s face – he didn’t think he’d ever told him about the collapse of his academic hopes, he couldn’t quite remember. And Marie –how many years had she left him wondering – when he finally bit upon her nipple, the taste came rolling over him like a wave of bittersweet emotion, the past gaining on the present, flying kites on the sand side by side, taking turns of the swing. He could’ve lost himself, but she could never be the future in this ever-present present. Anouk was a spectre, looming bitter fruit, he’d never really seen except through the haze of the nightlife, in public bathrooms, in rented cars, nakedly tempting as she stood by during his last confrontation with Julie.
Maybe it was over. Without really getting up, he allowed his body to slide into the forgiving water of the pool, chlorine washing out the corruption from his pores. It was time to start that band.
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