THe Best Love Songs



There is nothing as sweet as a good love song. Here are a few love songs I never grow tired of listening to:

Sara, by Bob Dylan, is one of the most beautiful love songs ever written.  You can read the lyrics here. It’s a song about the love we all yearn for. I especially like this song because Sara is the name of my heroine in Ingénue.

Tupelo Honey, by Van Morrison, is another song that grabs your heart. You can hear the true love in this song.

Kiss of Life, by Sade, is great background music for the love scenes in your life. “You wrap me up in the color of love.” Perfect!

Prettiest Eyes, by The Beautiful South, about forever love. Not sure what is up with the video, but the song, and the sentiment are incomparable as far as love goes. Read the lyrics.

Wicked Game, by Chris Isaak is such a yearning, haunting song. The video is pretty hot!

Fascination, by David Bowie – an unexpected bit of lusty, hotness from one of my favorite artists. This song is all about sex! Read the dripping with desire lyrics.


Playful Flirtation, Missed Opportunity?

I went with my sister the other day to one of those home shows. You know, where you walk around and fill a bag with pens and other random advertising giveaways. I actually measure the goodness of  home shows by how many pens I get. My sons laugh at me and ask me why I don’t just go buy some pens if I need them, but they simply don’t understand.  These pens are FREE, and I just picked them up off a table, and slid them into my big plastic bag with handles.  I love my home show pens.

While I was waiting for my sis, I had some time to kill. Someone is always trying to sell something at these shows.  As I stood indecisively in the aisle, I was approached by an attractive young man engaged in just that activity. Who knows what he was selling? I don’t even remember, but I was captivated by his smile, so I nodded my head.  He gently touched my shoulder, steering me toward his booth. I went along willingly.

He indicated a chair I should sit in, and handed me a clipboard with a form that needed to be filled out. At that point, I began to lose interest. I had no intention of buying anything, and sitting there freely giving my email address and phone number to some unknown company while I waited for whoever was going to come with the hard sell didn’t appeal. But then my young man sat down in the chair next to me – very close. In fact, his thigh was pressed against mine as he leaned toward me to help with any of the fields on the form I had questions about.

He asked where I was from, and we had a playful little conversation about things to do around town. He never moved his leg, in fact, I’m sure he pressed it more firmly against mine more than once. Another day, I might have been uncomfortable with the casual familiarity of his touch, but that day, I was enjoying it. Was he just trying hard to make a sale? He already knew, based on my answers on the form that I wasn’t going to buy, but that did not deter him from sitting with me a while longer.

My sister eventually showed up, and that was that. I smiled at him and stood up. He stood up and shook my hand. The whole thing was really rather sweet.

But I wonder… What if I had laid my hand on his thigh as we chatted flirtatiously? If I had leaned over and whispered, “Want to find a secluded corner?” I wonder what would have happened then. I’ll never know.