"Undenied"
Your softly spoken words
Release my whole desire
Undenied
Totally
And so bare is my heart, I can't hide
And so where does my heart, belong
Beneath your tender touch
My senses can't divide
Ohh so strong
My desire
For so bare is my heart, I can't hide
And so where does my heart, belong
Now that I've found you
And seen behind those eyes
How can I
Carry on
For so bare is my heart, I can't hide
And so where does my heart, belong
Belong
Belong
Belong
I was listening to old time musics, listening to depressing ones like "Roads", almost crying. I was feeling so old. That morning I saw white in my hair... and these old time songs made me feel so old and ugly.
But I am feeling so young in my heart. But I want to run in the streets and in the woods, I want to dance, I want to sing and laugh loudly. I want to scream loudly. Yes, I want to come loudly. I can't bear it anymore.
He came in the room, happy to hear familiar vintage songs. He looked at me in tears with surprise. I told him. He began to comfort me. He began to dance with me, that old slow and then this other one.
I felt better, I began wispering the lyrics. Softly and gently rolling my body.
Suddenly, I felt him shivering, I heard him sobbing. He looked at me with a strange dark eye, almost with anger. I looked back, surprised.
Then he said : You've never belonged to anyone and never will.
I answered : I know and I can't help it.
And I saw tears rolling.
He left the room asking in a prayer that I never ever dance a slow again with him.
I was alone again, left with the sole smell of Old Spice.
Then I smiled. I am not a goddess, just a lady sorceress... I'm not obliged to answer to prayers.
And I will dance, I will sing and laugh, loudly. And I will come, encore et encore.
And I will run naked in the woods.
Although, I might not in the streets. Unless I am given a horse. Or a few hundred ones. Anyone got a vintage Viper ?
And I smiled again. He does...
B
dimanche 20 janvier 2008
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3 commentaires:
Ce texte est vraiment sensuel --- beaucoup plus que les autres ---. Hum.
It is true that you are sometimes like a lady sorceress !
But you are also a woman with her doubts and her times of sadness or distress.
And I prefer you when you feel young in your heart and when you run in the woods and in the streets and dance and sing beautiful songs…
Kisses
L
je prefere l'anglais au creux de l'oreille , dans une chambre , c'est si sensuel , vpus le faite en allemand aussi , alors là je craque!
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