Cresendo

Madonna vs. Ofra Haza - Isaac (Offer Nissim 2006 Remix)

In a halting crescendo
The darkness called
Her delicate fingers trace
A moments hesitation
Before the contact

The world outside
slowly sought
To heal
To repair
Damage damming
That artifice caused
During the day

Removed from
The mask
Curious eyes
Furious grace
Peering shone
Renaissance
From the touch
Of his finger
Began the simmering slow

In the darkness
She allowed
Him to trace
Along hidden paths
Towards
Her garden
She had considered simple
In its glory
He knew

The tread
Soft
As a kiss
Along her periphery
Guarded
Yet longing
For entry
Beckoning
Calling
Desperate
To feel
Again
And
Again
The delicate advance
The gentle retreat
Drawing
To walk along
Along her gardens path
Tracing petals
Soft striking caress

And in the calling of the darkness
The crest of the building
Crescendo

Desert Rose

Balian & Sibylla- Flames

In the midst of games
Without gains
Hushed voices
Whisper
The secret

Somewhere in the desert
Hides a rose
Soft
Sweet
Vibrant red
Full petals laden
So moist
In dew
Longing
For the touch
To grace its silken skin
Waiting
Longing
To share
Its glory
As if its description
Might make it disappear

Men gone mad
In search
For the rose
Eelusive
Unsure
Pilgrims frought to find
The precious petals
Or if it was merely
A mirage
The trick
Of the eye
Crushing
To catch a glimpse
Only

For the flower
So soft
Glorious
In the light
But forever
Partly
Hidden
In the shade
Unseen
The stem
So long
Straight
But dotted
With thorns
To protect
But longing
To be felt
So it hides
In secret
Somewhere
In the desert

In her soft smile

Velvet Underground: Venus in furs remix

"Your dangerous" she said
As exhausted breath
Left the tip of her tongue
Captured
Enraptured
In her soft smile
A moment
Before the turn
Revealing
The soft supple
Desire beckoning

"Your dangerous" she said
As she slowly moved
Back into him in
A
Crushing symmetry
The pressing
The yielding
Of bodies
Each to each
In her soft smile

"Your dangerous" she said
Feeling his hard
Press
Against
Her glorious soft
The touch
The trace
The heat
Of kisses fell
Traveling along her nook
Her tender neck
Open to receive
While the body supine
Fell open to give
Seducing
Just by presenting
All
In her soft smile

"Your dangerous" she said
As his hands
Began
The full soft caress
Her fullness filling
Yet he teased
The side
Circling in
To meet
The frontier of skin
and lace
All the while resting on her face
Was pleasure present
In her soft smile

"Your dangerous" she said
As her body longed
To feel his touch
Moving down
One hand pressing
Diving under
Dividing lines
Passion marked its protest
In circles slow turn
Pressing towards a center
She longed for him
To reach
While the other hand
Felt
Her stomach
In lines North and South
The glance
The blow
All the while
The kisses
Remained burning
Her presses began a movement of their own
Her longing
Desire dripping
Present
In her soft smile

"Your dangerous" she said
Turning longing
Crushing
Body to body
Her heat building
Longing to consume
And he
Longed to be consumed
In her fevered look
In her desire
But always
Before the inferno
Of heated lips contact
He would be devoured
In her soft smile

"Your dangerous" she said

Hammer hit the cap

Plastic Bertrand - Ca Plan pour moi (btw if this seems like an conflicting source of song... its supposed to be.  Madness for madness and all that)

All is well
All is good
Everything is as it should
Be
But its not

I woke to find
My world bathed in blood
Never nice

I wonder how long
They waited
Before the finger tense
Finally decided to press
Le petit revolution
In the protest for peace
In the moment
Before the hammer hit the cap
Did they smile?
Did they frown?
What was the visage de guerre?
As if it mattered
In the moment
Before empty shell casings fell
In the counting of coup

It seems CNN
Had done its job
Reporting
Before
Messy facts had reared their heads
In the finest journalistic style of the  1890s
If all you can report is the sweat and fog of chaos
In the seething cauldron
Laissez les bon temps roulette
Sex sells
And
If it bleeds
It leads

My town
My home
My backyard
Head hung  in
Shame, sorrow, 
Frustation... confusion
It changes little

All is well
All is good
Everything is as it should
Be
But its not

Slow Song

Joe Jackson Slow Song

The light faded
To the dimming twilight
The rest
For reality
To wait
To abate
And in abidance
Bring the magic

Allowing her
To
Spread her grace
So gentle
So alive
In her face
As
She turned
Almond eyes
Spoke
More eloquent simple
Pure
Than all the works ever compiled

She was beautiful
And she knew it
That was her charm
Though she liked to be told
In
Silent soft slow
Into her ear
In
A moment
Of drawing near
Of refuge
Of rest
For 
The two
To be
Uncaring
What the concrete world
Brought
Thought
Before them

His soft draw
Along her verdant cheek ripe
Her soft dip
Loose strands of hair fell across her face
To begin
The play
The hidden reveal
So slight
While her laugh
Asked a question
He wanted to spend the rest of his life
Answering

To look
To laugh
To be
Simply
For the other
So the two separated
Could be
For only a moment
A moment
Of eternity
As he drew
Close
For the heated lips press
That would live forever
Somewhere
In some
Eternal
Slow song

Plaza del Torro

Beth Orton: Moon

Beyond the sounds
Of the fiesta rising
Coldness enters
The soft spring air

Defiant hoof routs
Disturbing
Sand soaked
Representation in red
Of how
The bulls of Spain rise in me
Chased around the arena
Decorated in
Dimmed colors
Once vibrant
On cracked adobe facade
Contain
A game played
A glory fade… d
Refusing to believe
The fix was in
Not for him
Or me
Not today

Defiant hoof routs
The slights
The spears
Pretenders picking
Sapping
Serving to anguish
To remind of death or
To recall life

Defiant hoof routs
El Senior
Matadord
Dances to distract
On legs
Razor thin
The bull knows
It has come this far
And it did not come to dance

Sharp horns lower
As defiant hoof routs
Before the charge

Rising from the rest

Afro Celt Sound Sysytem - Éireann

Her head lie softly on the pillow.
Rising from the rest her
Eyes like the dawn
Opened gently on the vale
Spreading light
Spreading life
Her lips pursed
One held in a subtle tuck
Laden
Burning desire
Held right
Tight
On the crest
Burning eyes beckoned
His approach
Wordless
Silent
Moved
His hand
With the touch electric
Passed through
Her hair
Brushing back

Beautiful crown
So he could trace along
The thin line strong
Of her jaw
She arched
He leaned
The insufferable small
Distance disappeared
To be replaced
By an inferno that consumed all
In its glorious heat
As tongues and lips
Spoke the unspeakable
Each to each
His hands continued to explore
The glorious periphery
That was she
Tender neck trace
Down
He moved close
As she pressed forward
To conform to his hand
The beauty of
Her rising hills
His soft circling press
From the top
To the bottom
Searching for the center rise
That longed for his touch
His tease
His kiss
The trace began
Teasing soft play
As his kisses traveled
Down
To begin circles
Of their own
Her hands traced across his head
As
Her head lie softly on the pillow
Rising from her rest

Fleeting

Rihanna- Please don 't stop the music remix

Fleeting
Images
Burn
Long after

Her
Almond eyes
Shone fierce
Captivating curiously
Slight movement
The shift
The turn
The blending
Of beauty boiling
To a brain savage
So was
She

Fleeting
Images
Burn
Long After

The smile
The curve of the cheek
Or the arch of her back
Svelte hands meet
Drawing her hair back
A luscious short created
For a moment
The returning mane upon release
Pressing forth the cry of the firm
Supple press
Longing for caress
As if her thoughts
Her smile
Her laughter
Wasn't seductive enough

Fleeting
Images
Burn
Long After

The glaces begin to burn
Comforted stares linger
Passion grows
Red lips ripe
With desire

And as she walks away
With the seductive dips
Of her full hips
He knew
She knew

Fleeting
Images
Burn
Long After