Run on Sentence

It's a universal conversation an invitation to allow the sensation of pure elation to ripple through your soul down to your soles and it rolls right back through your fingertips which slip on vinyl lips the music dips my hips can't stop this trip is just the tip when the bassline drops beat and body become one walls are undone and the fun begins when my veins fill with resounding trills and my train of thought spills my will becomes weak and with nothing to speak.....the music says it all.