This Makes Me Happy

I absolutely love this song...

The musical intro is pure sex, and when his voice kicks in? It makes me want. GOD it makes me want...

Sensual things...

Dirty things...

But mostly, I want to dance to this song with him...

Sure the intimate dance....

But more than that....

Picture it... A dark, smoke-filled room... the scents of stale beer and of lust in the air...scarred oaken tables with mismatched chairs litter the floor...all but one small area, barely large enough to stand in.

The music starts up and you can't help it.

You have to MOVE. You rise from the table where you sit with him. The music slips into your bloodstream like a drug, numbing you to all but the most base of instincts... You start to move. Writhe, actually, slinking this way and that. Your eyes close and your head drops back so your hair sways along with your body...

You raise your arms to the heavens and worship the music.

Then you feel him step up behind you. You feel his body press up against yours, and his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him. Your head drops back onto his shoulder, turning away from him so he can suck at your neck. Your arms drop.

One bends at the elbow to let you cradle the back of his head.

The other wraps around him to cup his ass.

As you move together to the music, everything else disappears.

Everything.

Except the music.

The music drives you wild. The MAN drives you wild. You move together; two halves of one whole. As the notes slide one into the next, so you slide down his body until he drags you back up, spinning you hard to face him. He grips the sides of your head holding you, a willing prisoner.

All the while you're still moving. Grinding against each other in a sensual dance. So lost are you in his eyes that you don't realize you're moving into the shadows. You hardly notice the wall at your back as he pressed you into it.

He leans in closer, and you can taste his breath. His eyes never leave yours as he touches his lips to yours softly, teasingly. All it takes is one growl, one whimper, and his tenuous hold on his control snaps.

He presses his mouth hard to yours, demanding your lips to open. When they do he takes. He takes possession of you as swiftly and as completely as the music did. He leaves nothing unexplored. No corner of your mouth untouched. When his hands slide up to grip your hair you lose your control and inch away from the wall.

He knows what you're going to do even as you start to move. He instinctively gives your body room without breaking the kiss. You jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He brings you back to the wall hard enough to make your breath hitch.

All the while he is still moving.

Still dancing, writhing, grinding to the music...




....Or, maybe that's just me.

~ Hath


You never really know
You never really know
You make your plan so carefully
But it burns out of control

You never really see
Though you never really see
Something hiding in the shadows
Brings you screaming to your knees

You can hold it in your hands
Think you feel it in your soul
You never really know
You never really know

No...

Who can ever tell?
Who can ever tell?
Will it lead you up to heaven?
Or drag you down to hell?

Won't you hold it in your hands?
Don't ever let it go
You never really know
You never really know

Ooh...

Won't you hold it in your hands?
Don't ever let it go
You never really know
You never really know