If you ever wanted to seduce someone, music is something required.
Good food may be prepared, the right wine chilled to give goosebumps on a warm summer’s evening. Candles lit to provide shadows with dancing material.
Clothes removed, dreams added. Yet nakedness requires a beat. Barry White’s soulful voice may be the recipe to desire filled with anticipation of a soft touch from feathery fingers.
Spandau Ballet’s perfect rendition of a magical soiree by means of their song ‘True’ may be the diet of a hungry romantic. Sweat glistening through the candle’s soft touch as visions of paradises flicker thoughtfully through eyelids closed with pleasure.
Music as silly as Sir Paul’s love songs could be the gateway to moments trapped in memories like a flower pressed delicately between the pages of a songbook. Words etched like fingernails tracing an erotic path across a virgin torso.
Heavy metalers such as Kiss, momentarily exchanging their hard, rough leather for a satin lined rendition of Beth. A perfect bookend to Cooper’s bleeding woman.
Yes. Music is required to awaken dormant feelings which lay hidden in stressed -out bodies like a lion hiding in the tall brown grass. Awaiting an opportunity to pounce on an unsuspecting victim. A rose clenched rigidly between fangs sharpened with lyrics as soft as a dove’s pillowy hide.
Music is wonderful …
Rick Keene Music Scene 