geeksusie

Hey everyone!
It's getting closer to Christmas! I can't wait!!!! I am such a holiday dork. I just love all of the celebrations and happiness that comes with it. It just always lifts me up!
Well, I am still suffering from what I spoke about in my last blog, but it is good to know that it is quite normal. At least that is what I got from the feedback I received, Thank you to everyone that got back to me, either in my blog or by email. I just think it's kind of weird sometimes that I think I am the only person that stuff happens to. And then I find out it happens to everyone. Or, should I say, a lot more people than just me.
Okay, another weird thought just came through. Am I more perverted than others because of my orientation? or is everyone on this site perverted? Maybe perverted is too strong of a word. Do we all just love boobies???? I know I do, lol.
oooh! I have a new favorite CD this week. I can't stop listening to it. It's not brand new, but I just love it. It's "Rockferry", by Duffy. There is just something about her voice that has me hooked! Delayed Devotion and I'm Scared are my 2 favorites on it so far. I have been listening to some different stuff lately, like Bette Midler, Cat Stevens, and Simply Red. Don't know why, they have just tickled my fancy lately.
It's time for my weekly attempt at the figurative language. I hope you like my entries this week.

That Song

Do you remember how
the notes of that song
dripped
gold and azure tones into your veins;
sound synergy to the soul, you felt it
in a place where there was no hiding, in a place
where naked emotions jaunt, you felt it
in that insidious beat pulsing in your wrists
...through your spine...the drift of life force, you felt it
in the words you hummed along with a distant artist
who couldn't know she'd vocalized...actualized
your feelings in a song

Had I closed my eyes, I'd have seen
the setting sun inflamed
electric mauve-orange over the veld
Had I closed my eyes, I might have been adrift
on an endless realm
of undulating ocean

Had I been alone
I would still have felt
the Great Ineffable Love

Caught by a song

Secret dancing lessons

We dance at home in those spontaneous moments
We jam and move it... to Etheridge and Sade and Shelby Lynn
Them black girls taught you the moves
Seductive, fun, in your face moves
while I act like I can dance less 60's jazz
and the era of twist and shout any hips can do

I am going to call around for secret lessons
Find a sinner woman with nun-like patience
to teach me the miracles of seductive sway
like the way you revive me when you groove
the way you make me want you as your body flows free from inhibitions
She may tell me to take up music instead
or photography
She may even break through and help me save face
the next time we dance

And when I walk through that door
highlighted hair, push up bra, a strut to match
this time it will be your turn to sit and watch
as I taunt your senses letting the music make love to me
in front of you
this time it will be my thighs shooting ammunition
my breasts echoing your sexual desires
my fun of torture seeing you helplessly entranced

We dance, but luckily it only takes a very small portion of our lives
while I learn to laugh at myself and just have fun
and we jam not caring because being together is the best
but I am still going to take those secret lessons
because part of the blessing with you is that
life is full of wonderful surprises
and we already dance happily to that tune
watch out babe,
going to steal a move or two from Shakira
My hips have moves you haven't seen....