Raging Hormones

Driving along in my car, a familiar song begins......................

Heart in my mouth, pulse in my head
Mercury rising into the red
The smell of your skin can light up all the fires in me
Hungry to touch, I'm eager to please
Out of control and I hand you the keys
Every night I am burning to make love to you
But don't try to tell me you think it's all physical
It goes much deeper than that
You ought to know it's an affair of the heart
It's an affair of the heart,It's an affair of the heart
Have a little blind faith, believe
It's an affair of the heart
When we make love, it's a passionate thin
You shudder and shake, sink you teeth in my skin
I almost believe you were made to be played by my hands
And you got the power, it amazes me still
How you play my emotions with consummate skill
I don't have to look any further than into your eyes


Is it, could it be RICK SPRINGFIELD singing AFFAIR OF THE HEART?? I totally forgot this song even existed...but then it starts and there I am singing it word for word, caught up in the teenage lust feeling and all that sinking belly crush kind of desire of a girl that knew nothing of sex, but just the possibility, the sheer anticipation of what it could hold and how fabulous it must be.

I look up the song and it was dated April 81, but on a top hits of '83 album. I was fourteen, possibly the peak of imaginary dreams about love and desire that would last forever. Looking back, I am certain that the pre-sex days were so much hotter than the post-sex ones. Well, obviously, this is probably not true of the fourteen year old boys. They are so realistic about it all, they see sex as a way to get off, end of story. We, silly girls of 14 to 104, see it as excitement, true love, connecting, bonding, and being loved in more than just a sexual way. We dream of forever and happily ever after. No wonder we can end up so resentful and bitter!!

Even at this age, listening to that song, I have a strong urge to chase that new, unknown, hot sex beginning where everything seems better and love sets you free and makes you happy and complete. Like an addict chasing the feeling of that first high, I wonder if it can ever be that way again. Maybe that is why so many women, of all ages, married or not, enter into these "affairs of the heart", just to awaken that feeling from so long ago.

And damn with lines like "The smell of your skin can light up all the fires in me", " burning to make love to you", and "I almost believe you were made to be played by my hands"...who the hell can blame 'em??? BURNING to make love to you, made to be PLAYED BY MY HANDS??? That beats the shit out of "Did you wash my dirty underwear?, "Is dinner ready, yet??", and "Can you check out this rash on my ass?"!!

Like a teenager, I will blame the hormones, cause during PMS I don't think hearing this song would have had quite the same affect. But, seriously, "made to be played by my hands".....that is hot. I am sooooooooooooo ovulating!!

I need to get a grip and possibly a cold shower.