I love this time of year. Spring. We get a lot of rain here but we also get those much needed sun breaks that bring to life beautiful rainbows, sometimes double rainbows. We all know a rainbow is an optical illusion caused by the sun shining through the water drops, but we still, each one of us, think of that elusive Pot Of Gold, don’t we? In some ways this can be compared to forced chastity. You know you’re not going to get permission, in fact you really hope you don’t get permission. However, without the begging, the pleading and the whimpering, there would be no “forced” and therefore the illusion is gone, isn’t it? I guess that’s what I provide to some degree, the illusion. Although I must say your lack of orgasm and frantic cries are a reality, and one I thoroughly enjoy.
What does this have to do with music, you ask? I did mention crying, pleading, begging, and whimpering, didn’t I? This is my music. Hearing your moans, your soft pleas for release. Pure music to my ears. Combine your cries with some sultry blues and you have yourself a concert of the best kind. The wicked kind.
Later babies,
Tia
