31 March 2010

Wolf


Oh, Howlin' Wolf. If I could turn back time, I would have loved to hear your booming voice and I would have loved to lose myself in your grinding music. Nobody knows about my secret crush on you, Wolf, or how much your voice makes me weak-kneed aroused. Grrrowl.

30 March 2010

Dream, it's always you


The song that will always melt me. The song that I've loved since I was a child. The song that stands out in the single fantasy I have of that certain moment that, probably, will never happen to someone like me. Ah, a girl can still dream....



I have this other little fully clothed fantasy about this song. Nothing big. All I want, simply, is to dance to this. A hand on the small of my back. An all knowing smile. And brown eyes in a dimly lit room.

28 March 2010

this is the longest night


there were secrets underneath her skin that only he could see. in his honor. of his buried lust. she knew. she understood. only she could relate. she took photographs that he would never see. he deleted his letters to her. he silenced her. silenced himself always. all she wanted was his hands tangled in her messy hair. simply. you don't care about me, she thought. nor love. or lust. or tender tongues that quietly beg kiss me. kiss me until i ache, she shivered on a hot august night. he traced a circle on her bare shoulder. he kissed her collarbone gently later. she reminded herself to breathe. he held her hand. don't forget me. he held her hand. always remember me. please please please. my breasts, my lips, my skin, my hips, she pleaded, need you now. fuck me fuck me fuck me. sometimes, never now. love me. she fell back on her lonely bed. the wrinkled sheets felt as heavy as the thought of him and his body on hers that night he forgot to search for the secrets underneath her skin. this is the longest night.


"When you give love, you take a wound. If you give full love, of course, you die. To love, something in the ego has to die, has to surrender anyway, and with that surrender a wound is taken." ~Leonard Cohen.

27 March 2010

Intoxicating


Oh, Eric the vampire (Alexander Skarsgard, one of the most rare and delicious blondes out there) - you are intoxicating. One of the hottest (albeit slightly censored) scenes, in my opinion. So dizzying, dreamy, intense.

26 March 2010

Cover


Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You ~
as sung by Emiliana Torrini,
original by Tom Waits

Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'cause falling in love just makes me blue
Well, the music plays and you display
your heart for me to see.
I had a beer and now I hear
you calling out for me
and I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well, the room was crowded, people everywhere,
and I wondered should I offer you a chair?
Well, if you sit down with this old clown,
take that frown and break it.
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we can make it
and I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well, the night does funny things inside a man.
These old tom cat feelings you don't understand.
Well, I turn around to look around and look at you,
you light a cigarette.
I wish I had the guts to bum one
but we've never met
and I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me
and it being late, you'd like some company.
Well, I turn around and look at you
and you look back at me.
The guy you're with, he's up and split,
the chair next to you is free
and I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music is fading out.
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well, I turn around and look at you,
you're nowhere to be found.
I search the place for your lost face.
Guess I'll have another round
and I think that I just fell in love with you.

That's What He Said

"no
amount
of
longing
will
persuade
me..."

i
forgot
those
words
of
yours
&
i was foolish to believe
in something i created.


Bee Rotten Heart photograph by Delicious Satisfaction, May 2008

Hold Heart - Emiliana Torrini

Memories.

Photo by Delicious Satisfaction, March 2010.

"...I know that you are hungry,
I can hear it in your voice
and there are many parts of me to touch -
you have your choice..."
~ Leonard Cohen

22 March 2010

Symphonies



Symphonies by Dan Black


I can't disguise I was hypnotised
Lost a track, struggled back
I wanted easy stuff to please me
Something in the dark began to squeeze me
Seen it, there, been there in the mirror
Totally focused, no hocus pocus
Dare I give in to this thing gripping my skin
To win, thinking how to as

The lights of a car go by in the stream
Seems like I stand pretty much unseen
But I open my eyes and beams
Come out

Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see
Score adds up
Angels play
Let my loneliness get blown away

Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see

I lie down in the dust just under your eye
A scrap of paper, thin as vapor 
Filling my clothes like smoke
A couple of the wires in my heart are broke
I throw, I miss, something, nothing but 
Dreams, schemes, moments wasted
Taste that tasted
Fate I'm fated
Re-edited again then copy, pasted as 

The lights of a car go by in the stream
Seems like I stand pretty much unseen
But I open my eyes and beams
Come out

Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see
Score adds up
Angels play
Let my loneliness get blown away

Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see

When I wanna quit, I suffocate it
I chew Bubblicious, stress repetitious 
Vicious, I'm one outsider 
Up above the streets on the DCY-er
Higher, fire in my guts
In a rut, but what I've got
Is in no can, no other human
But I do get lonely, scared I'm phony as 

The lights of a car go by in the stream
Seems like I stand pretty much unseen
But I open my eyes and beams
Come out

Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see
Score adds up
Angels play
Let my loneliness get blown away

Gimme, gimme, symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see
Gimme, gimme symphonies
Gimme more than the life I see

20 March 2010

The End

Unnaturally still,
I stood before you.
I held out my hand,
weakly,
as you gazed at me
with those brown eyes.

You didn't need to say much
because I knew
what you couldn't say
but you didn't need to lean
into my body that way
because you know
how it makes me feel.

And you said,
please don't be mad at me.
And I softly said,
I could never.
You looked worried and tired
but, as always, so beautiful
before me.
You kissed my collarbone
as I smiled at you, sadly.
We're not over yet,
you whispered.
Even though we've never began.
We're not over yet
even though we've never began.

You didn't need to say much
because I knew
what you couldn't say
but you didn't need to lean
into my body that way
because you know
how it makes me feel.

And I said,
I never know if this will be our last time
so I need to say that I love you.
And you said,
reassuringly,
that we will see each other soon.
Those words warm against
the back of my neck
and those three other words
that I know I will never hear
I will claim I do not wait for.
We're not over yet,
you whispered.
Even though we've never began.
We're not over yet
even though we've never began.

Naturally still,
you held onto me,
tightly,
with strong arms.
Nothing but silence and the sound
of two bodies breaking,
hoping that this isn't the end,
hoping that this isn't the end.

Kind

Hazy. My eyes half open. I stretched my naked body to see the clock. I yawned and closed my eyes. Drifting away again. Drifting away to a thought of you. I opened my eyes, wide and forlorn. I dreamed of you last night. It's been so long but, my love, I dreamed of you.

You sat on a beaten-up sofa. It was well worn, soft. It molded to your body. I straddled you. I don't remember what I said to you, our words exchanged, what occurred before this moment. I was on top of you. Your hands were on my hips and you held me in place. My hands were tangled in your messy brown hair. I could smell your warm breath on my face. We kissed. Like all the other dreams of your kiss - it was the perfect first kiss.

I felt that certain rush to my soul. Heart dropping to my stomach. At first, I tasted your lips curiously. Our kiss grew more and more hungry, more passionate, more searching. Our tongues tangled. Our teeth gently bit our bottom lips. My back arched. You pulled me in. Deliciously. We kept our eyes open, always watching one another. Your beautiful brown eyes so close to mine. You looked even more appetizing from close.

Our kiss broke but we remained inches away from each other. Between parted lips that touched, we breathed heavily. You moaned softly as my lips left a trail of kisses upon your bearded cheek, your jawline, your neck. I breathed the scent of you in as your head fell back, exposing your neck to more kisses and my tongue that tasted you. I moved my body against yours, grinding into you.

I pulled away to look at you. You, always so beautiful in my eyes. You lifted your head and your eyes found mine. They were no longer intense, as they often are. No longer intimidating. Your eyes were soft and gentle, playful and kind. Still straddling you, I took your hand in mine and gazed into your eyes. One by one, I took your long finger into my mouth and seductively sucked on it. Your fingers felt smooth against my tongue. Your skin tasted of brown sugar and cinnamon, sweet and spicy. I continued to grind into you, never breaking eye contact as I happily sucked on your fingers. I closed my eyes and moaned, lost in you.

When I finally opened my eyes, there you were. Those brown eyes of yours were so open, so bright. A smile crept on your face. Such a pure smile. You beamed with happiness and all I could think was that I have never seen you look so kind.

18 March 2010

Free. From. Me.

I've learned to be
a little more quiet
because of you,
to hold my thoughts
like words
tucked between pages
of unread books,
only for me to know
where they are hidden.

I smile politely
and no one knows
how bittersweet
my lips could taste,
save for you.

03 March 2010

1:00 - 1:16



All These Things That I've Done - The Killers
(scene from Southland Tales, with a bizarrely sexy Justin Timberlake)

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier...

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on