Music, please take me back...

Hearing some music takes you back in time. You remember your first kiss, hug, and love. While looking through my friend's music collection, I came across a Donny Hathaway album. I glanced at the track list for a particular song. As I perused the list, I finally came across it. Simply looking at the song title brought a smile to my face. I clicked on the song, and closed my eyes as Donny's voice belt out of the speaker, "I've been so many places in my life and time." The music acted as a time traveler, taking me back to a time when I couldn't hear this song enough.

Music always creates the sensual mood. It lowers your inhibitions, allowing your heart to motivate your actions. Hearing someone sing in your ear intensifies the passion that is already there. I never understood that until I sat in my car listening to a man sing this beautiful tune. Even in the dark, his voice seemed to lighten the car. Laying against his chest, I felt his diaphragm contract as he prepared to release a musical note. Even through his red T-shirt, I felt his heart beat against my ear. The beat of his heart was succinct with the beat of Donny's song. His breath brushed against my forehead, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. I felt his soft hands caressing my back. As Donny's song started to climax, his hand started to travel under my shirt. The touch of his warm hand against my bare skin caused an electric shock to run through my body. He ad libbed Donny's notes, adding in his own flavor and voice to the track. As the instruments sung on the track, I felt his fingers pluck my back like a guitar.

His other hand dropped down to my thigh as Donny's voice entered the song again. His hand rose up my thigh as he started singing again with Donny. I started enjoying his voice more than Donny's because it made my heart crescendo in a way that Donny could never do. Of course, his finger tips playing my body like an instrument didn't hurt. My thighs acted as a drum, trembling with each touch. His hands traveled up my thigh, passing my inner girl, on my way up to my waist. Soon, his other hand traveled under my shirt, caressing my waist and stomach. For a moment, both of his hands were under my shirt trying to find their way to one another. Like two friends who reunited, his hands intertwined with each other under my shirt.

I had to look up at him to see whether this was real. His singing, touch, and breath ignited my inner girl. Moisture started to form around her as my hand traveled across his tight stomach pulling him closer to my body. Before I knew it, our faces gravitated toward each other. The magnetic force that pulled us together was stronger than we could handle. Then my lips finally met his warm, perfect lips. Electricity ignited again within me. Our tongues never met, but the current from our lips were enough to awaken us. As we kissed in the dark, Donny softly let out his last note. But for the first time, Donny sang unaccompanied because his soft lips were busy warming my fire. After we separated, we only looked in each others eyes with a smile forming across our newly moist lips.

The next track started to play on my friend's speakers, bringing me back to the present. I saw her look over at me wondering where my mind was for the past few minutes. I replied, "Oh nothing girl, this song just took me back for a moment." She giggled and said, "It sounds like it was a great memory." All I could do is smile and reply the song again.