Tuesday, February 07, 2006
you make me feel like i wanna be a dumb blonde in a centerfold
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
feelin' love, paula cole
you've gotten under my skin. the first thing i write after you go is a lyric from the song i lap-danced for you.
remember how you left me? gasping in awe, lips and legs slightly parted to your memory. i have a feeling that when we talk on the phone tonight, i will tell you, matter-of-factly, as if ordering an apéritif, "do me till i can't breathe." and maybe as an afterthought, "like bunnies. let's do it like bunnies." and you will tell me, gently, to wait until you come home again.
you charm the storied world right out of me. until there is nothing left but this itch i can't quite scratch. this tingling of senses like raw, exposed nerves. this sticky-sweet emptiness that experts on the matter would call LOVE.
love, they say.
but i don't know a love like this.
i do know you, though. i think that's enough. i know the feel of you, the intimacy of you, the fragments of you that stick to me when i sit in bed, in your clothes, playing pretend. i've always played good pretend, but lately, it just isn't as fun anymore. i want us to break into being together, rilke-style, into tiny, shiny pieces. then maybe we could clean up the glorious mess and do it all over again.
and that's it, i suppose. i've no prettified words today. just these for you to do with as you like. because, really, i want you too much to actually want to think straight.
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
feelin' love, paula cole
you've gotten under my skin. the first thing i write after you go is a lyric from the song i lap-danced for you.
remember how you left me? gasping in awe, lips and legs slightly parted to your memory. i have a feeling that when we talk on the phone tonight, i will tell you, matter-of-factly, as if ordering an apéritif, "do me till i can't breathe." and maybe as an afterthought, "like bunnies. let's do it like bunnies." and you will tell me, gently, to wait until you come home again.
you charm the storied world right out of me. until there is nothing left but this itch i can't quite scratch. this tingling of senses like raw, exposed nerves. this sticky-sweet emptiness that experts on the matter would call LOVE.
love, they say.
but i don't know a love like this.
i do know you, though. i think that's enough. i know the feel of you, the intimacy of you, the fragments of you that stick to me when i sit in bed, in your clothes, playing pretend. i've always played good pretend, but lately, it just isn't as fun anymore. i want us to break into being together, rilke-style, into tiny, shiny pieces. then maybe we could clean up the glorious mess and do it all over again.
and that's it, i suppose. i've no prettified words today. just these for you to do with as you like. because, really, i want you too much to actually want to think straight.
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Close this window Collapse commentsBOO YAH !!!
I'm FIRST FIRST FIRST! YA BABY!
and to such a HOT HOT HOT POST...oh Trans be still my girlish heart girl, cause YOU RULE THE WORLD BABY! "we're NOT worthY"
9:48 AM
Gorgeous and Amazing, as always, Trans. You make me feel like I wanna be in a different town, sleeping in a different bed...
10:50 AM
::like bunnies. let's do it like bunnies.::
Way to spoil Easter. Or, you know, make it sexy. Either way.
And those aren't my clothes.
11:51 AM
mitzzee >> no, YOU rule. it's mitz that makes the world go ooh la la, you know. and i'm so happy you're first place. now i have every earthly right to hang on to your skirts. you've been warned.
jaime >> mmmm. that's nice. desire calls out to us in different ways.
jeremy >> to spoil or sexify? it's all in the species of rabbit.
as for the clothes, they could be yours if you pretend hard enough.
12:16 PM
oh can I play too?
Pretend I'm a man pretending to be of the clothes that I pretend you are wearing when we all pretend to pretend so hard and soft and hard hard hard.
"i want you too much to actually want to think straight." - and it is all so very very real.
love your words as always.
12:28 PM
"i've always played good pretend, but lately, it just isn't as fun anymore."
haha...pretending was never my game :D
1:01 PM
Like bunnies? Reminds me of a game I tought my 10 year old cousin. *grins*
3:13 PM
love is the funkiest fun. i know. i've been loving the same wonderful woman now since she was a gorgeous girl.
beautifuly captured here for us to witness in all its glory.
6:13 PM
naridu >> good lord. there must be something seriously wrong with me, sweetie, because i found your little pretend-game kinda hot. egh.
claudzki >> not even faerie-pretend?
de.vile >> what game? teach me. i want to play, too.
cocaine jesus >> she's a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky lass.
6:32 PM
Not prettified?
Prettified is overrated.
Sometimes raw is best.
8:45 PM
it's only real love if it hurts real bad right?
i cried for a year when i met david, i couldn't work him out nor get him to understand me. it was, needless to say, worth the battle....
9:37 PM
"prettified" is so Firefly/Serenity. Perhaps you're an ambassador words.
Though I admit I was hoping for phone sex.
1:31 AM
(exhale)
it made me hold my breath..
5:22 AM
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh
Some sexy blogs going down. Is this love or is it... confusion... dah dah dah dah... nah, not confusion - sorry, just wandering off into a Hendrix song.
So pleased to hear things are going well. It's all there in the text.
Hugs.
6:43 AM
Tres sensual, mon cheri. It makes me sigh longly. These are words to come back to and savour, and think about idly while they are away, like you do with your significant other, in something you don't necessarily contemplate as love, but which is more than enough in and of itself.
8:19 AM
That was like a warm bath in milk and honey. It washed over me so prettily.
xxB
8:32 AM
God, I think I'm falling... falling in love with you... already...
9:06 AM
Emotional confusion, as Gary Busey would say, is running backwards, naked through a cornfield at midnight. Not that I'm comparing your words to Busey's. Or calling your protagonist emotionally confused... I'm rambling.
Palpitating writing, as usual, trans.
10:07 AM
reading this perked me up.
dear, you really have a way with words.
carry on...
carry on...
10:11 AM
miss jay >> and i think it works best with what i'm feeling right now.
trine >> it is worth the battle. and for you and david, i believe it shows.
simple american >> i suppose i have to be named an ambassador to actually be one, eh? i don't think i'm that fortunate. and phone sex is pretend, too, doll.
sarah >> i'll take you down gently. i promise.
roger >> hi, sweetie. things are going well, thanks. and my kudos to you for screwing up my comment page layout--at least in IE. heh.
sirbarrett >> that was beautifully put. i shall use your words as a coverlet tonight.
b >> i hope it had some moisturizing benefits, too. a girl can never have enough of those.
the woman >> how lovely of you to say. i only wish i could read you.
Ô¿Ô >> it's that kind of perspective that gives an emotional tilt to things. i appreciate it. and btw, no protagonist here. just little ole me.
jey >> i'll ride this rollercoaster as long as i can without hurling.
10:29 AM
You render the sensations to its purest form...love is a scorpion's sting, white hot pain followed by the rush of sweet endorphins.
11:09 AM
*let's do it like bunnies.
It doesn't get more provocative than that. Bless ye.
12:31 PM
The most fun way to do it is doing it like bunnies... all night long.
1:18 PM
i never thought it was worth the battle.............................until i read you dear tran ..................and then...........................all things go into reconsideration mode.
1:45 PM
Breaking together into shiny pieces
expansion, a singular infinity.
once in a great while the sublime meets with us and through us speaks, a few words can move the universe, heart, or the furniture. :)
Trans you keep doing it!
It is a wonderous thing
this drive to hunger hold
it brings a greater meaning
to this simple world
to make a baby fun time
hungry kisses, sweat and smiles
moving towards that climax climb
ecstatic happy exhausting miles
My goodness you are in heat.
Very nice, I began to sweat the moment I started reading.
peace
1:59 PM
Desire, overwhelming..desire...all I want is you, all I can think about is you... brilliant.
cheers
z
2:08 PM
I'm hijacking Valentine's Day.
We're going to break it down 'til there's nothing left but tiny, buzzing molecules.
And then we're going to rebuild, reinvent, overhaul, recondition.
And you seem to have just the understanding we're looking for.
Interested?
2:37 PM
your are a brave spirit.
2:56 PM
That sounds dangerous... then again there's nothing more exciting in Life than cutting to the quick.
Cheers T.
3:38 PM
Your sexiness in my restitute makes me wanna cook my favorite recipe
and place it on your table, Transiiii!
Your in-toxic ting and so DIVINE
You're the kind that stays on a sista's mind! [andthatpieceofsongdescribesyousoWELL!]
;-) Love to you!
7:25 PM
i feel that there is a place halfway between a dive into happiness and a long-abused sadness where it is hard to breathe...maybe being a centrefold isn't half bad..it's somewhere in the middle?
8:23 PM
Its just wonderful how you express!
"i want us to break into being together, rilke-style, into tiny, shiny pieces. then maybe we could clean up the glorious mess and do it all over again."
When you have your way with words.. all else is bound to follow!
Great rendition of that loving feeling!
8:29 PM
sizzling -totally. Can't believe I didn't see it before but the Anais Nin parallel must have been drawn with your writing before. She also wrote such exquistely sensuous lines, simple, vulgarly-tinged eloquences - absolutely, utterly charged.
10:02 PM
And, forgive my pretentiousness, but I mean this:
You're writing is like skin.
10:02 PM
PS -what Anais Nin wrote about Henry Miller's sperm is one of my all-time favourite lines.
10:03 PM
i dont know what to say but i'm almost sure that the information is too much but nearly lacking? If only you left me more clues. but yes, all is well, i suppose.
10:39 PM
"no prettified words"
Words spoken straight from the heart may not be prettified, but they are certainly the prettiest.
11:12 PM
bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies!!!!!
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
8:49 AM
I feel a little out of breath and heavy in the chest now, thanks :)
9:34 AM
i like this post, dearie. tis sweet and strong like raw honey.
4:40 PM
ah centerfold......have wanted to be one for him....but my fantasies don't involve me being a blonde....i'm always one fuckin hot brunette ;)
6:48 PM
WOW, i envy the passion that you feel in this piece!! and great closing lines. sexy! :)
12:22 AM
sometimes, i also want to be that cute sexy abercrombie and fitch underwear model.
but then again, me and him could always pretend.
3:14 AM
You Goddess, you!!!!
5:28 AM
When you said "rilke-style" I read "nike-style"
I was then hopelessly lost, as I couldn't get sneakers to jibe with the rest of the content!
Urrr...
5:34 AM
now i must go pop in that CD!
trans, you make valentine's day still hold some appeal.
i'd tell you have a happy one...but i think you already did, love. ;)
9:01 AM
Arrgh! I finally have time to put down some comments, but you've disabled me.
But I was able to get into this one and get all horny.
Now for the cold shower...
Miss you, Trans.
7:04 PM
who are you talking about?
9:58 PM
i wanna see how bunnies do it! ^__^
that was a great way to deconstruct love. when are you writing that book?
10:17 PM
Hi Princess from erotic land!
How I have missed reading you.
Your man is incredibly lucky to be handling such hot stuff.
May he find endless energy to keep you smiling like you swallowed a clothes hanger :D
1:24 AM
You are such a sensual being dear lady. And I embrace your words. The most powerful drug!
4:22 AM
johnb >> that reads like a song.
jacs >> i need as much of heaven's grace as i can get. thanks.
missy >> amen to that.
alice: in wonderland or not >> i may have been taking my role as devil's advocate too seriously. or maybe the cheshire cat got my tongue and replaced it with some other tool for blather. forgive me?
anonant >> LOL! that was entertaining commentary. in heat, indeed.
zofo >> raw. yeah.
forgottenmachine >> you had me at the first line. i'd die for you, yeah, that's how interested i am.
jey >> and a fool on tuesdays, too.
ben >> dangerous? more disingenuous, i think. but i'll take that as a compliment.
car@ >> [doweplaybracketsty-stylenow?]
capegirl >> being in a centerfold is definitely in the middle.
xfreakx >> you're here! thanks, honey.
RuKsaK >> you honor me. thrice. how do you say that in russian?
monster spank >> i would have to get back to you on that. we need to talk.
timeintotime >> right now, i would have to agree.
ivar >> come to think of it, i've no bunny costumes to speak of.
maja >> cpr, anyone? hee.
maidenflight >> aawww. thanks. but i already expressed my gratefulness for your kind words in person.
dr.vodka >> i'm sure you make a killing, sweetie.
lorena >> damn, lady. you kill me. you really do. =)
nizoral >> hahaha! and he would pretend to be what?
tim >> mmmmmm.
safetinspector >> that happens to me, too! funny. you think it's catching?
alix >> valentine's day sucks. but i'm all for feeling the love.
every.
damn.
day.
finnegan >> sorry, honey. i wanted to stop at 69. it's much naughtier that way. i hope the shower was good. and yes, i missed you, too. you've been away too long. but then, so have i.
mussolini >> santa claus. i abuse childhood miscreants that way.
li'l light >> aren't you too young to see how that's done? heh. as for the book...erm...uh...let my agent call your agent.
prat >> smiling like i swallowed a clothes hanger. ohmigod, that was such awesome imagery. i was giggling for, like, two minutes.
kathleen glyde >> not as sensual as you, though, dear.
6:56 PM
i must have myself transferred to that tuesday class. i take it every monday and i don't like mondays.
8:26 AM
i could always do with a friendly face, honey. all aboard.
11:31 AM
no, i'm not! Ü
12:02 PM
oh, alright. my li'l light isn't so li'l anymore.
12:06 PM
classmates?
2:54 PM
not just that. seatmates, even.
3:02 PM
woohoo!
4:26 PM
ok. uhmmm, you may have, in actuality, changed my mind about bunnies.
hahaha. funnysexy stuff trans.
you rock.
(that was so... errr... not me. "you rock."?!?!?!?)
5:51 PM
Thanks Trans...incidently I have experienced both, quite literally.
12:17 AM
jey >> woohoo! and remember, there's no sugar. LOL!
john >> go get a coffee, dear. you'll feel better.
johnb >> what a fortunate girl that was.
9:49 AM
Transience, you are one sensual lady!
And I love that Paula Cole song. It gets me into the mood too. I've never lap-danced to it though.
2:20 PM
just as long as you keep the caffeine flowing, dear.=)
2:26 PM
yvaine >> thanks, sweetie! and you should really try lap-dancing to it. it burns MAJOR calories, especially if you adore the one you're lap-dancing for.
jey >> it's on me, babe. it's on me.
3:37 PM
i'll take your word for that, dear.
and wherever you are going, i hope you have fun.
just spare me some, okei?
2:27 PM
i will.
6:19 PM
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
feelin' love, paula cole
you've gotten under my skin. the first thing i write after you go is a lyric from the song i lap-danced for you.
remember how you left me? gasping in awe, lips and legs slightly parted to your memory. i have a feeling that when we talk on the phone tonight, i will tell you, matter-of-factly, as if ordering an apéritif, "do me till i can't breathe." and maybe as an afterthought, "like bunnies. let's do it like bunnies." and you will tell me, gently, to wait until you come home again.
you charm the storied world right out of me. until there is nothing left but this itch i can't quite scratch. this tingling of senses like raw, exposed nerves. this sticky-sweet emptiness that experts on the matter would call LOVE.
love, they say.
but i don't know a love like this.
i do know you, though. i think that's enough. i know the feel of you, the intimacy of you, the fragments of you that stick to me when i sit in bed, in your clothes, playing pretend. i've always played good pretend, but lately, it just isn't as fun anymore. i want us to break into being together, rilke-style, into tiny, shiny pieces. then maybe we could clean up the glorious mess and do it all over again.
and that's it, i suppose. i've no prettified words today. just these for you to do with as you like. because, really, i want you too much to actually want to think straight.
posted by transience at 10:30 PM on Feb 7, 2006