Jazz and Blues
Jazz and Blues
Sunday, 14.01.2007. 1942 hours.
Jazz and Blues turn me on.
In particular Diana Krall and Barry White.
Rainy weekends, low-lighting and listening to these two makes me feel sexy. Hell no, even downright horny.
When I once confessed my this weakness to a friend, she gave me a Look and started laughing.
I was dead serious, though.
The bass makes something pool in an inner coil somewhere deep deep inside of me and a pressure starts to build.
The drums beat a rhythm I identify with, a primal rhythm I understand instinctively and makes me want to move.
The guitars and the sax tease me.
The vocals make me combust in pleasure.
Sigh. How do I explain it? You either get it, or you don't.
I can't explain myself. It's elemental. It's just me.
Give me wine, and I'd probably give you a dirty little number of a dance. Or orgasm on the spot. Or both. And then I'd give you anything, Anything you ask for. Anything, Baby, ANYTHING.
:) And why not? Barry White is the Love God. Millions make love to his music. Who am I to say no when the Love God says Yes? Yes yes yes.
For once, I'm happy to be a lemming. The Love God can make me do anything he suggests. Just as long as he keeps crooning like that.
He's got me where he wants me.
Sunday, 14.01.2007. 1942 hours.
Jazz and Blues turn me on.
In particular Diana Krall and Barry White.
Rainy weekends, low-lighting and listening to these two makes me feel sexy. Hell no, even downright horny.
When I once confessed my this weakness to a friend, she gave me a Look and started laughing.
I was dead serious, though.
The bass makes something pool in an inner coil somewhere deep deep inside of me and a pressure starts to build.
The drums beat a rhythm I identify with, a primal rhythm I understand instinctively and makes me want to move.
The guitars and the sax tease me.
The vocals make me combust in pleasure.
Sigh. How do I explain it? You either get it, or you don't.
I can't explain myself. It's elemental. It's just me.
Give me wine, and I'd probably give you a dirty little number of a dance. Or orgasm on the spot. Or both. And then I'd give you anything, Anything you ask for. Anything, Baby, ANYTHING.
:) And why not? Barry White is the Love God. Millions make love to his music. Who am I to say no when the Love God says Yes? Yes yes yes.
For once, I'm happy to be a lemming. The Love God can make me do anything he suggests. Just as long as he keeps crooning like that.
He's got me where he wants me.
2 comments:
:) y lemming? i thought they like jumping off cliffs for mass suicide
ah... i get ur drift.
diana krall, billie holiday, stacie kent, jane monheit...
ok, i shall try listening to barry white soon :p
Email boy should have just attached Barry instead of lame new year greeting.
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