There are a couple songs I've always wanted to passionately make out to. You've got your atmospheric indie music where the whole ten minutes are melodic echoes of a strumming guitar with the same lyric sung over and over and over.....Then you've got your really fragile piano solos, like that one song you've seen in that French movie where the introverted girl finally meets the man of her dreams. But the creme de la creme of make out sesh music has to be, without a doubt, 90's R&B slow jamz.We mostly cringe, or start to blush when we think of the 90's. Everyone does. I'm not proud of the fashion choices I've made during that decade of my life (...in fact, it's really the only decade I've fully lived.I can already feel death stares coming down on me for all my imaginary 25yrs+ readers out there.) But, there's something so...subtly but overtly sexual about 90's R&B. There's nothing intrinsically deep to their lyrics. No interpretation is involved. They tell it how it is: Look at my breast as I tell you that I dig you. Cus boo, you're hot. Let's make out now in our silk pajamas, like there's no tomorrow in this well lit air tight chamber.
Tell me that isn't sexy.
P.S.: Care to take a peek?
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