Temptation… I can’t resist…

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Some songs are just so incredibly powerful, for several reasons. In my case, songs that I immediately associate with a distinct, one-time moment of time (whether or not the song was actually playing at the time, but more often the former) hit my soul deeper than anything else.

Some (okay nearly all) of my most powerful personal songs relate to sex. The song that was playing during my first orgasm (Fuck – The Exponents). The song(s) playing when I lost my virginity (Freebird – Lynard Skynard/Wonderwall – Oasis). So on and so forth.

I used to work in a dance studio. I did not plan the songs; a DJ would play his playlist, but there are several songs which are played every night at some point because they are classics. One of these is the song Temptation by Diana Krall.

While working at the studio, I met someone so utterly enthralling that I was hooked for a long while. It was a lust crush, but of a level so intoxicating and bewitching I could not think of anything else. I obsessed over this man. He was completely, purely, one hundred percent erotic. I would dream of him, think of him, tremble at the thought of his touch. He was 18 years my senior and it was highly innappropriate for me to think like this, but at this point I didn’t care. I have never been so completely overtaken with the physical desire I felt then in my life, even to this day. I feel nothing like this towards him now, but the memory is still potent.

This man taught me to dance, from my first shaky steps as a beginner, to becoming confident like I am today, he is responsible. There was one song that was utterly, utterly perfect. Our individual dance chemistry fits with this song so well; it is our song. And now, whenever I hear it, the feelings flood back for just an instant, but enough to leave me standing still in a brief moment of shock.

No other song captures the overpowering hit of sex as this song does. The sizzling, yearning, longing skin against skin that just wants to go deeper and deeper and infuse with eachother in sweaty, mindblowing, frantic bliss. The feeling of absolute helplessness on my behalf; that no matter what my head decided, my body would do exactly what it wanted to do. His utterly exquisite form so close, so close, that I simply could not resist. The fact I was his in body, body, body, for as long as he would take it and use it and throw it away once he was done. It sent shivers down my spine.

I would always, always save this song for him, and he did likewise. When we danced it, it was sweet and dirty and suffocating and wonderful. I love the fact that despite I have long forgotten these feelings for him, I can feel them on their own when I hear this song, for just one delicious moment.

Temptation – Diana Krall

rusted brandy in a diamond glass

everything is made from dreams

time is made from honey, slow and sweet

only the fools know what it means

temptation, temptation, temptation…

i can’t resist

well i know that he is made of smoke

but i’ve lost my way

he knows that i am broke

but i must pay him

temptation, temptation, temptation…

i can’t resist

dutch pink and italian blue

he’s there waiting for you

my will has disappeared

now is confusion is oh so clear

temptation, temptation, temptation

i can’t resist…

temptation

oh, temptation

temptation… i can’t resist…

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