Martone – The Written Revolution Begins in Sensual Poetry
Before the music, there is movement.
Before the beat drops, a breath is held.
Before I give you sound, I give you sensation.
Let me introduce myself the only way that matters—through the heat of my words.
Not the Martone you think you know. Not just the Emperor of House.
I am the one who lives in the shadows between verses and vowels.
The one who leaves his fingerprints not on bodies—but on minds.
This is the part of me that doesn’t beg to be seen.
It demands to be felt.
My universe is not for the faint or the fearful.
It’s for the curious, the craving, the ones who ache in silence and dream in color.
In this space, I write what I dare not speak.
I undress in metaphors.
I climax in chapters.
I love like fire and fuck like poetry.
This is not performance—this is possession.
I won’t ask you to stay. I’ll simply say: enter.
But be warned—once you taste this frequency, no other sound will satisfy.
And this is only the beginning.
🔗 Read the book → Deep & Raw: The Erotica of Martone
🎧 Feel the sound → Chocolate (Drumapella Mix)
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