What is it about musicians?

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I have always had a thing for musicians. There's something about the way they are when they give themselves over to the song that leaves me a little bit weak in the knees.
Two weeks ago I was at a local spring flower show. :)
There was an Andean Flute player and everytime I had a chance I watched him ...and wondered. Wondered what it would be like to have his mouth play upon my flesh.

Anyone else similarly afflicted?

My beloved is a part time musician/full time student in FL --I'm in N.E. And although it was the person that I wanted to get to know I thought about the musician thing alot (I'd never heard him play)-- until he kissed me--- . ;)
 
God I wish I knew...save me years of heartache.

B. B. King said (paraphrased): "Music is the mistress who always gets her way."

Aint' that the fucking truth.
 
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I just did it again---previous message was mine but it didn't register

thanks for being patient -- eventually I'll get it right.
 
We musicians just rock. :)

Don't believe me? Rhythm is in our bones and blood. It beats the swing bounce of our heart and carries the saunter of our walk. We can't help humming some tune just about all the time. Our fingers tap out some new riff while we're sitting idle waiting for Lit to refresh.

We know how to move. In bed, there's a passion that you just caa't find every day. It's in how we kiss and how we touch and how our fingers and lips play you like you're a rare and finely-crafted instrument. Our moans are primal, built on the scales and chords of our hearts.

But, yes, music is often our first love. It's not something we can escape. Many of us have tried from time to time. But there's always a middle ground - a place for us to meet and live with someone we find undeniably special. There's plenty in us to give.

How's that?
 
JazzManJim said:
We musicians just rock. :)

Don't believe me? Rhythm is in our bones and blood. It beats the swing bounce of our heart and carries the saunter of our walk. We can't help humming some tune just about all the time. Our fingers tap out some new riff while we're sitting idle waiting for Lit to refresh.

We know how to move. In bed, there's a passion that you just caa't find every day. It's in how we kiss and how we touch and how our fingers and lips play you like you're a rare and finely-crafted instrument. Our moans are primal, built on the scales and chords of our hearts.

But, yes, music is often our first love. It's not something we can escape. Many of us have tried from time to time. But there's always a middle ground - a place for us to meet and live with someone we find undeniably special. There's plenty in us to give.

How's that?

How's that? That's fucking great. It's all true, every word of it.

It's still an unfortunate fate for me. It's achingly, frustratingly wonderful.
 
I once heard a joke that went something like..."when do musicians finally grow up?"

The answer, "You can't have it both ways."
 
I guess it depends what kinda musician.


Now if we are talkin the Tommy Lee/Kid Rock,nasty boy kinda musician?
Oh Yeah.



The Philharmonic Orchestra?


Uh,nope.
 
When i'm watching Kid Rock?
The last thing I'm thinking of is the music.

All i see is Pammies lips wrapped around his whang,his fingers in her hair...





I'll be back after this short break.
 
I wasn't talking about the music.



I was talkin about the musicians.

When i see a man playing the flute?
I would more than likely picture him with his lips wrapped around a cock.
 
alexandraaah said:


How's that? That's fucking great. It's all true, every word of it.

It's still an unfortunate fate for me. It's achingly, frustratingly wonderful.

It's not always bad. You just have to find a musician who knows how to split his time, and share and such. :)
 
WOW!

JazzManJim said:
We musicians just rock. :)

Don't believe me? Rhythm is in our bones and blood. It beats the swing bounce of our heart and carries the saunter of our walk. We can't help humming some tune just about all the time. Our fingers tap out some new riff while we're sitting idle waiting for Lit to refresh.

We know how to move. In bed, there's a passion that you just caa't find every day. It's in how we kiss and how we touch and how our fingers and lips play you like you're a rare and finely-crafted instrument. Our moans are primal, built on the scales and chords of our hearts.

But, yes, music is often our first love. It's not something we can escape. Many of us have tried from time to time. But there's always a middle ground - a place for us to meet and live with someone we find undeniably special. There's plenty in us to give.

How's that?
SIGHS!
that was so eloquent. And yes, for me that is 'it' EXACTLY.
Also maybe because I have participated choral groups I enjoy the synergy of that experience and being part of something that is bigger than myself. And for me that's what great lovemaking is about.
Thanks JazzManJim and everyone else.
 
JazzManJim said:


It's not always bad. You just have to find a musician who knows how to split his time, and share and such. :)

Find me that musician and I'll name my firstborn after you.
 
alexandraaah said:


Find me that musician and I'll name my firstborn after you.

Just call that little one, Jimmie, hon. ;) In your case, you'll be naming him after at least one musician I know that's like that.
 
JazzManJim said:


Just call that little one, Jimmie, hon. ;) In your case, you'll be naming him after at least one musician I know that's like that.

Hmm...cept' I've had an abortion. Guess that rules me out.

But I still like the name!
 
alexandraaah said:


Hmm...cept' I've had an abortion. Guess that rules me out.

But I still like the name!

Rules you out of what??

Thanks..I think it's a great one. :)
 
JazzManJim said:


Rules you out of what??

Thanks..I think it's a great one. :)

Clearly it rules me out of those who understand what the hell I meant to begin with. I'm preoccupied with all the fucking homework I have to do. I'll defer to my sig line here...

Edited to add: Oh yes! I remember now; what I meant but obviously didn't get across was that you would not only find me that musician, but make him and me compatible to live happily ever after. Yes, that's what I meant. How shallow of you not to read my thoughts, Jimmie.
 
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