The fall is by far, my favorite season. I have no idea why, but it throws me into the mood of reminiscing over past relationships, past experiences, memories… in combination of wanting to stay in bed all day long, snuggling on a cool night with someone…
So I'm at work, trying to not think about how… "pumped" up I am… *wink wink*.. And then I select the "City of Angels" soundtrack - great mix of blues, soul, and mellow rock. Big mistake. LOL.
Stumble upon Paula Cole's "Feelin Love". Forgot what this song does to me, but in my book, this is probably one of the most erotically-charged songs. If not for the lyrics, it would be for her voice and the yearning in her voice.
"You make me feel like a sticky pistil
Leaning into her stamen.
You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himself.
You make me feel like splendor in the grass where we're rolling
Damn skippy baby
you make me feel like the Amazon's running between my thighs.
You make me feel love
You make me feel like a candy apple all red and horny
You make me feel like I want to be dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door.
And I would open the door and I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt
That I'm wearing and you would open the door
And tie me up to the bed.
You make me feel love
Lover, I don't know who I am
Am I Barry White?
Am I hot inside?
What would I place with your hot conscious
Oh baby babe babe babe
I will be your death the moon light
Take your time
You make me feel love"
my god, take me now...
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