Sultans of Swing…for you

How is it that one man can so profoundly change my life in a matter of four days? As I write this I feel tears in my eyes…tears of bliss, of fatigue, of desire, of longing…I feel aching in my heart.

I am lost in a strange agony…I am exhausted but yet, I cannot sleep. I am famished and I cannot eat. Wine does not quench my thirst. My mind is swirling with thoughts and memories and I cannot focus on anything. I only wish to close my eyes and remember his, the way he looked at me….I will never forget the deepness of the way he looked into my eyes and my soul.

He changed me and he changed my life in the minutes we were together and I know I will never be the same. I will never recover. I fear that he was the first man I have ever known that is completely for me. He read my secrets and saw things in me that only he has seen. He was a stranger to me but I trusted him in ways I have never trusted a man before and will never again. His passion, his control; he led me in dance and for the first time in my life I learned to follow. I learned what it is to melt into someone else and just be free in the moment with the music.

The sound of his voice is haunting my thoughts sending a chill down my spine. My body craves his body. My lips crave his lips, his soft breath on my cheek. My ears wish to hear the sound of his beautiful voice. My eyes, my eyes desire to soak in his every move, his devious smile, his anger, his bliss, and his distant gaze. He left his shirt and it smells like him…intoxicating…

I would sell my soul to have one more day…lying next to him…listening to Sultans of Swing…in his arms.

Sultans of Swing lyrics:

You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you dont see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town

You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene
Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys theyre fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It aint what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans of swing

(and then, one of the most beautiful guitar solos of all time….)

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