#warner / Chappell inc

[mafaldaknows]

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME GET WHAT I WANT by The Smiths

Good times for a change

See, the luck I've had

Can make a good man

Turn bad

So please, please, please

Let me, let me, let me

Let me get what I want

This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time

See, the life I've had

Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life

Let me get what I want

Lord knows, it would be the first time

Lord knows, it would be the first time

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Johnny Marr / Steven Patrick Morrissey

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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[liquidgirl13]

Led Zeppelin

Fool in the Rain (Remaster)

Fool in the Rain

Oh, baby

Well there's a light in your eye that keeps shining

Like a star that can't wait for night

I hate to think I been blinded baby

Why can't I see you tonight?

And the warmth of your smile starts a burning

And the thrill of your touch give me fright

And I'm shaking so much, really yearning

Why don't you show up and make it alright, yeah?

It's alright right

And if you promised you'd love so completely

And you said you would always be true

You swore that you never would leave me baby

Whatever happened to you?

And you thought it was only in movies

As you wish all your dreams would come true, hey

It ain't the first time believe me baby

I'm standing here feeling blue, blue ha!

Yes I'm blue

Oh, babe

Now I will stand in the rain on the corner

I watch the people go shuffling downtown

Another ten minutes no longer

And then I'm turning around, 'round

And the clock on the wall's moving slower

Oh, my heart it sinks to the ground

And the storm that I thought would blow over

Clouds the light of the love that I found, found

Light of the love that I found

Light of the love that I found

Oh, that I found

Hey, babe, ooh

Hand that ticks on the clock

Just don't seem to stop

When I'm thinking it over

Oh, tired of the light

I just don't seem to find

Have you wait, yeah played

Whoa, I see it in my dreams

But I just don't seem to be with you, you

I gotta get it all, gotta get it all, gotta get it all

I've got to get all

Ooh now my body is starting to quiver

And the palms of my hands getting wet, oh

I got no reason to doubt you baby

It's all a terrible mess

And I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless

When I'm breathless I'll run 'til I drop, hey!

And the thoughts of a fool's kind of careless

I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block, oh yeah

Hey, now, oh, oh, oh

Light of the love that I found

Light of the love that I found

Light of the love that I

Light of the love that I found

Light of the hey, now light of the hey, now

Light of the love that I found

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jimmy Page / John Paul Jones / Robert Plant

Fool in the Rain lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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[x-heesy]

Thanks for the comment, I like that

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You're welcome to like me

Thanks for the petition, I'm out of here

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You are welcome to accompany me

Star app, train app, animal apps, Sky bet

Vine app, I don't give a shit

Write down what you forget on a piece of paper

What was the search term again? Huh?

I put my avatar in the bin

Sascha Lobo likes it, Peter Lustig, here I come!

Opinions can generally be argued

How many more petitions do I have to sign?!

I like that it's a girl

Shitstorm attack, parainstalled

I like it, discovered a giant octopus

Like thing button, scroll to the next

I like the new Fixie Store

Why did I like it? I detest sports

I like that you don't like this

Shut up, unplug, get out into the world

(Bye, Ciao)

Thanks for the comment, I like that

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You're welcome to like me

Thanks for the petition, I'm out of here

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You are welcome to accompany me

Follow, post, hide, host

I have to go online, I'm dying of thirst

I have to filter friends, picture off, picture on

Single hunters are poaching

I have to like Jesus, order Learjets

Demand styles and new statements

Play as a team and stream on hard

Random point of view, thank you very much

I like that you love protests

That you don't drink at all and yet read Bukowski

Like, greetings from the torture chamber

Great, you're pregnant, awesome

I like it, the guy really squirted himself

My timeline was full of it yesterday

Like, what do you mean by damage?

That's his problem, he uploaded it himself (Yes!)

Thanks for the comment, I like that

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You're welcome to like me

Thanks for the petition, I'm out of here

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

You are welcome to accompany me

Like my ass

Like my ass

I like who died there

Another one over the Jordan (rest in peace)

I like your new tattoo on your arm

Look here, the sweet baby llama, how it is teething

I like your new pics from yesterday

With your sisters, invites you to gossip

I like that you have a different opinion

Come on, I was just interfering a bit

Thanks for the comment, I like that

Like my ass, dadadi dadada

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Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Maurice Sumen / Philipp Gruetering / Roland Knauf / Sascha Reimann / Sebastian Duerre

Lyrics of Like me on the ass © BMG Rights Management, Budde Music Publishing GmbH, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bigbonzo @derflaneur

Like mich am Arsch by Deichkind v3

#silly goofy mood 🤪 #anyways 🤪 #deichkind #genius #9/2023 #gif mood board #mood in between #Punks aren’t dead #x-heesy #fucking favorite #music #now playing #spotify #music and art

[jennakittykats-blog]

Lyrics for, Creep By Radiohead

When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here She's running out the door (run) She's running out She run, run, run, run Run Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here I don't belong here

Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Mike Hazlewood / Albert Louis Hammond / Edward John O'brien / Thomas Edward Yorke / Philip Selway / Jonathan Greenwood / Colin Greenwood Creep lyrics © Emi April Music Inc., Imagem Songs Ltd., Imagem Songs Limited, Warner/chappell Music Ltd

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[juliansummerhayes]

Special

"I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special" -- Radiohead*

I have this song, Creep, rolling around my head this morning.

And even though it's arguable we're the worst thing to ever have arrived or been created on Mother Earth, we're also extraordinarily gifted.

But I just wish we could apply that zestful exuberance for life et al. in a more beautiful, qua the earth, way.

What then?

Could we clean up our shit? Could we undo some of the damage we've wrought all these past centuries? Could we embrace and love each other and every living thing? Could we stop killing each other? Could we become avowed animists and not greedy consumerists?

Being a pessimistic sort of fella, I very much doubt it.

I very much doubt it.

Take care.

Blessings, Ju

*Songwriters: Mike Hazlewood / Albert Hammond / Philip Selway / Thomas Yorke / Edward O'brien / Jonathan Greenwood / Colin Greenwood Creep lyrics © Emi April Music Inc., Imagem Songs Ltd., Imagem Songs Limited, Warner/chappell Music Ltd

Photo by Piotr Szajewski on Unsplash

#radiohead #creep #humans #gifts

[sweagen]

Lyrics

As I walk through the streets of my new city My back feeling much better, I suppose I've reclaimed the use of my imagination For better or for worse, I've yet to know But I always knew you'd be the one to understand me, I guess that's why it took so long to get things right. Suddenly I'm lost On my street On my block

Oh why, Oh why Oh why haven't you been there for me? Can't you see, I'm losing my mind this time? This time I think it's for real, I can see

All the tree tops turning red The beggars near bodegas grin at me I think they want something I close my eyes, I tell myself to breathe

And be calm. Be calm. I know you feel like you are breaking down. Oh I know that it gets so hard sometimes. Be calm.

I'm scared that everyone is out to get me. "These days before you speak to me you pause." "I always see you looking out your window." "After all, you lost your band, you left your mom." Now every single crack, every penny that I pass, Says I should either leave or pick it up But with every single buck I've made I'm saddled with bad luck that came

The moment I was baptized Or when I found out one day I'm gonna die If only I could find my people or my place in life A when they come a'carolin' So loud, so bright, the theremin Will lead us to a chorus Where we'll all rejoice and sing a song that goes:

Oh be calm. Be calm. I know you feel like you are breaking down. I know that it gets so hard sometimes, Be calm. Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times. You hate your pulse because it thinks you're still alive And everything's wrong It just gets so hard sometimes Be calm.

I don't remember much that night, Just walking, thinking fondly of you Thinking how the worst is yet to come When from that street corner came a song And I can't remember the man, The panhandler or his melody. The words exchanged had far exceeded any change I'd given thee.

Oh be calm. Be calm. I know you feel like you are breaking down. Oh I know that it gets so hard sometimes, Be calm. Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times. You hate your pulse because it still thinks you're alive And everything's wrong It just gets so hard sometimes Be calm. Be calm.

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Andrew Dost / Jack Antonoff / Nate Ruess / Sam Means

Be Calm lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group, Peermusic Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music LLC

#fun. #be calm #song #lyrics #music #Youtube #fan video

[artzycrypto]

All aboard ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Crazy, but that's how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe it's not too late To learn how to love And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing Life's a bitter shame I'm going off the rails on a crazy train I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

Let's go

I've listened to preachers I've listened to fools I've watched all the dropouts Who make their own rules One person conditioned to rule and control The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming Driving me insane I'm going off the rails on a crazy train I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me You gotta listen to my words, yeah

Heirs of a cold war That's what we've become Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb Crazy, I just cannot bear I'm living with something' that just isn't fair

Mental wounds not healing Who and what's to blame I'm going off the rails on a crazy train I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

Songwriters: John Osbourne / Randy Rhoads / Robert Daisley

Crazy Train lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

#digital art #train art #infinity train #stickers #black sabbath #warner #music #art #abstract art

[bacchicly]

JUST IN CASE: A SULTRY 3 PART 1 SHOT

Request from Anon: Can you please write a garvez one shot inspired by the song lingerie by lizzo? 

Paring: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Content: Steamy Summer Sex

Words: Approximately 4000

Lizzo's Lingerie

Source of Lyrics: LyricFind

Songwriters: Eric Frederic / Melissa Jefferson / Nate Mercereau / Theron Thomas

Lingerie lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

PART 1: PENELOPE

Hair down, moonlit

Look at my lipstick

So thick, so fit

Wanna put your lips in places, oh

The sun don't shine there

The moon hangs huge in the sky - like an unshed tear heavy with feeling.

Penelope Garcia stands by the open window in her bedroom - gazing out longingly across the dark city.  

It has been sweltering for days and the A/C is out.  There’s a fan in the corner - but the night air is delicious - and the sounds of the hot city are magical - like everyone is out on a stoop with a beer and their best friend or have just kissed a lover, slow and sultry in a private corner of a park, and are now baying at the stars in ecstasy.

The window is open and Penelope’s skin is dewy, slick, glowing with sweat. As she tilts her head back to catch the caress of the night breeze - a single bead of salt and water is set free and it rolls down the skin of her throat like the touch of a lover. 

At the thought, Penelope can’t help but bend her head so her loose hair hides her hot cheeks - but it’s not enough and so she closes her eyes against the longing that has built a nest in her heart.  

But what can’t be, can’t be.  

So Penelope does what she always does when the loneliness gets too sharp…she crosses to the vanity and even though it is time for bed and it will stain her pillows - more battle scars of this unrequited love - even though she will have to wash it off and start fresh again in the morning… Penelope will put on her face.  

She starts with her worst and best sin.  

She picks up her newest most-prized never-to-be-washed never-to-be-admitted possession.  

The burgundy silk of the manly thong feels soft against her cheek. 

She still can’t believe she actually took them from the open gym bag that was on his desk.  

What was she thinking?  

Oh she know what she was thinking…She was thinking about his smile, his spicy smell when they sit beside each other in the conference room, his hands… damn.  His hands. She was thinking that she would just take a peek and then… when this was what she found?  Well she just wanted something of him - with her - when he was away.  

Just in case…

It was more what she was not thinking… that she worked with a team full of profilers - of law enforcement professionals - who might be slightly shocked if they ever found out that she had purloined one of Luke’s unmentionables.  

Hell, she was shocked!!!

And counter to her first impulse - she's never home when he's away on a case… so she only sees them…touches them… when home… when he is achingly close… just across the city… yet so so far away…

Ahh well.  Who doesn’t have a secret or two… and if he ever gives her the chance - she’ll repay the favour tenfold.. 

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you older…

Penelope gathers the pouch of the thong - his thong - as though it is the finest antique handkerchief and dabs her face free of sweat - looking all the world like a 1950’s pinup… even when she finally gives in and strokes her cheek intimately against the soft lustrous fabric…

She is flooded with elicit tingles as she imagines being close to the thong not because of her petty crime - but because she is kneeling at his feet - her wide eyes full of his cock straining against the silk - his fingers running through her lose hair… her mouth watering and ready to please… 

Damn.

Penelope licks her lips and lovingly but decisively sets down her handkerchief.  

Enough.   

She picks up her favourite eyebrow pencil.  Filling in her brows with a deft quick hand.  

It is too hot for this - but she doesn't stop - the routine she learned oh so many years ago is too soothing .. too seductive… so she chooses a shimmery eye-shadow to stroke across her heavy lids..sweeps on kohl black liner to shape her eyes into those of a cat…brushes on mascara so her lashes go for miles…there.  Bedroom eyes now peer back at her from the mirror - she lowers her lids and peers ups through her lashes…imagining again him standing tall and loving in front of her. She purses her lips and smiles…just one last thing and then…

Penelope picks up her current favourite lipstick not questioning why this deep burgundy came into favour - this match for the thong now almost-but-not-quite forgotten on the table in front of her…

Penelope smooths the luscious lipstick over her lips - pouting at herself in the mirror…

She looks good.  

She feels good.  

She stands…undoing the skimpy sultry robe… letting it fall to floor… walking to the bed… already smoothing her hands over her silky top that barely covers her nipples… over the edges of her gossamer panties…

He must know she has his thong.  He must know what he does to her… so she's just going to lounge around and…

I like that right there (I like that)

Keep goin' and goin' and keep it flowin', uh

You know what you doin', don't you?

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

PART 2: LUKE

You better come my way

I don't got no secrets

You don't know these panties are see-through

I'm exposed, yeah

Treat you with my body, my eyes closed

It is too hot.  

Roxy pants in the corner despite her chilled bed and the fan he's directed to blow over her.  

Bad week for the A.C. to conk out - apparently he's not the only one with this problem either.  He overhead Garcia - Penelope - telling J.J. that her building A/C had busted last week.

Too hot.

Luke is standing naked at his bedroom window. The lights off and he's standing just far enough back so he's sure noone would be able to see him from the street. He towels off his hair after the cold shower he just made himself take - ostensibly to wash off the grime and sweat of the day - but more truthfully to deflate his cock which has

been pretty much at half mast or higher since Penelope arrived at work late last week with that damn burgundy lipstick pout.

And there it is again… his cock tingles as it swells.  He closes his eyes against the sweetness of the feeling…but that just brings the images that have haunted his minds eye for a week now…hell,.since he met her…into sharper focus…

He growls as he pictures her - legs wide - perfect pout - clever fingers - clever mouth… sprawled on her bed - his pouchy satiny thong pulled tight against her downy pussy lips - strung even tighter between her ass cheeks - giving lots of room for her to slip a hand between fabric and flesh and stroke and play and think of him…

Luke is completely hard now and he can't help but reach down and grasp his cock - stroking slowly as he lets his brain play with thoughts of his favourite blond curvy perfect sexy naughty bombshell… he can almost feel her lips… her rounded hips…her thick thighs.. her tongue… her warm wet smart mouth… wet pussy peekabooing at him through crotchless panties…his cock would fit…so slick…

That's it.

It's been long enough.  

He pulls on the twin of the thong he knows she purloined.  

He has only ever owned two  of these little numbers in his entire life and only bought both a couple weeks ago… 

His cock gets impossibly harder as he remembers the day he bought them...  

He had been at the mall and had by complete chance watched unseen from the concourse as Penelope and Emily and Tara has browsed a fancy underwear store.  

Holding confections up against themselves - raising eyebrows - wiggling suggestively - laughing fit to burst.  

Or at least he assumes they all were - he couldn't tear his eyes off Penelope.  He remembers the feelings he got when she left the store with the biggest of the three bags… 

"And now," he had overheard her say, "all I need is someone special to wear these for…ahh well…best to be ready just in case…I just wish men thought that way.  I MEAN, how many of the guys we know would buy speculative lingerie?  Lounge around in it all day?   Just in case some unrequited love came along?  Pathetic."

He wasn't sure if she had meant it was pathetic that she did that or pathetic that men didn't…

He had bought the thongs that day. 

He had left one for her to find the next.

He closes his eyes...he picks up the phone…takes a deep breath…it has been long enough… and as he dials a sultry hand strokes his cock through the silky burgundy fabric that he has learned to love the feeling of…

Damn.

Time for no more secrets….

PART 3: CRESCENDO

Baby let me feel you close

You make me crescendo, I'm going up

Oh, oh, oh

Yeah, let's open the window

And let the world know

Oh, oh, oh

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

So I lounge around in my lingerie

You better come my way

Penelope lets herself into his town house with the key she has for his place.  All the members of the team leave her one…just in case.  In this job… 

"Luke?  It's me?  I'm so glad you called me - a fever in this weather could be fatal for anyone!  Hi Roxy gorgeous - don't worry - I'm here…I'll take care of everything…I promise."

Roxy's knowing tail wags in response.  She doesn't get up though - she knows she's not invited for the shenanigans her Luke has planned.  

"Up here, Penny… my bed… room…

Penelope huriedly climbs the stairs pausing only to kick off her kitten heels.  Her long trench - which, in her worry, she had just pulled over the gausy garments she had worn to bed - must stay on.  A bag stuffed with cold and flu meds, Gatorade, and a frozen container of her homemade chicken soup is heavy on her shoulder - but when she gets to the door of his bedroom she drops the bag with a thump…her jaw drops…her heart drops to her stomach…

Her pulse leaps.

In the glow of just the bedside lamp, Luke is lying…lounging…on his bed.  

There is slow husky jazz riff filtering in on the hot night breeze through the open window from the street.

Penelope's skin beads with sweat, a single drop rolls wet and salty between her breasts.

His bed is made with black silk sheets.  

Her legs turn to water.

He is wearing only his - her - burgundy silk thong and a smile.  

She flushes everywhere.  She is glad for the gloam.  She can't help but babble…

"Oh.  You said you had a fever and needed my help… oh.  Damn."

His voice is secrets and dark places and unshed ready kisses:

"I didn't lie Penelope… are you willing to help a man out.  Me…a man feverish with longing…who is lounging around in his lingerie…just in case?  It seems only fair…since you are here now, my hopefully requited love."

Her voice is hope and lipstick and see-through panties:

"Love?"

"If you'll have me?  It's always been you."

Luke's eyes are anxious…has he gone too far?  He curls his fingers hard into the sheets - holding himself back - she has to come to him…

"Well…it's a good thing it's always been you too."

And Penelope's fingers go to the buttons of her coat and button by button she reveals her own sexy silky burgundy lingerie…  the trench pools at her feet…her breasts - nipples barely covered - heave against fabric… her pussy held close by the edges of her crotchless panties floods with juice…and she takes her first step toward the bed… towards her future… towards their love…

Luke moans deep and wanting at the sight of his sexy beloved - swings around to sit on the edge of the bed - legs wide - chest and arms gleaming with sweat - cock heavy in the pouch of his thong - reaching out to touch her…

He cups her cheek.   Looks up into her face - eyes caught - brushes his thumb across her lips.

"You started wearing this plummy shade the day after you took up my unspoken invitation to steal my thong..." 

Penelope presses a kiss to the pad of his thumb with her painted lips and he gasps - her eyes are luminous and shining with ancient knowing - so he rasps out his next words with a voice that somehow has found a way to be even more aching - rough with summer night heat and the weight of a harvest moon and the call of a wild thing for its mate.  

"We matched.   It gave me hope.  Gave me courage that you might want me how I want you."

Penelope forms just one word but four times - once a realisation - twice an escalation - once a prayer of thanks.

"Ooh oh oh ooh"

Luke answers with movement - doesn't break eye contact but slides his hand down her neck, over her shoulder - his thumb marking her soft skin with a smear of burgundy lipstick - his fingers sliding under the strap of her barely-there camisole - riding the generous swinging curve of her breast - over the silk that covers the mounds of flesh he loves so much - rubbing the silk into her taut tight nipple - then down down - tracing a line between her breasts with one finger - past where the skimpy top ends - over the flesh of her belly - dipping just for the briefest moment into her navel - then cupping her beloved belly with his palm - his thumb catches on and then strokes the slight pucker of her decade old scar. 

Penelope lets out the tiniest squeak of alarm.

He catches the flash of pure terror in her eyes. Is it fear of pain?  Fear of rejection? Fear of memories? Fear of violence? 

Whatever it is - he wants to help vanquish it if he can.  He lets his thumb move over the scar again…

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore."

Luke finally breaks eye contact.  Raking his gaze down her body - following the path his fingers followed - keeping his hand in place on her belly - warm and comforting… tingling with satisfaction that she has not pulled away - that he is touching her in what he knows may be one of the most personal - most intimate of her body - perhaps for her - like some women - more intimate than even the swell of her breasts, the soft-flesh hidden from the sun between her legs, the jiggly squeezable joy of her ass cheeks…

Bringing his second hand up to mirror the first, he cups her round stomach and then slowly slowly presses first a kiss - then when her hands thread into his hair - his whole face into her pillowy perfect belly.  He breaths her in - nuzzling deeper - closing his eyes with the bliss of finally being allowed to touch her like this - treat her with the care and attention and love that he knows she deserves.  

With my body I thee worship.

He pulls back.  Pressing another kiss to her belly - he - no Penelope lets his hands go lower - slipping under the weight and roundness of her stomach - caressing part skin part silk - lifting the bounty of her belly which overflows in his hand to his lips.

Penelope arches back and into him - closing her eyes with the sweetness of the moment - his hair rough and slick against her fingers.  Another moan of relief - pleasure - thanks escapes her.

"Ooh oh oh ooh."

She is going to melt with happiness…melt into his ministrations….melt into her aching wanting body… but then a new urge hits her.

Her eyes snap open - she straightens - she smiles.

HE had been the one lounging around in lingerie - waiting for her - HER - the one always cursed to wait and worry - left behind as those she loves surge forward - nearly helpless - merely a bystander to the central action - staying on the line just in case.  

No.  Not this time.  

He had made a gift of himself for her - not the other way around. 

Damn, if she wasn't going to be the one doing the unwrapping.

Her voice is margaritas after midnight and the twirl of a new dress against waxed legs and a gilded invitation to a dance sent on heavy paper through the mail:

"Luke?  My turn now.  Stand Baby.  Let me look at you."

So with one last kiss to her belly - he stands stepping back - does a little twirl. 

Now it is him who feels nervous.  He stills and clings to his old army "at ease" posture for sanity…waiting on tenterhooks until she breaks into a smile and licks her lips.

Her voice is whipped cream and plum jam and homemade peach popsicles:

"You look even more delicious than I imagined Luke Alvez.  Let me taste?"

His voice is wooden docks warmed by the sun and wind blowing in off the sea and diving deep deep to where all is silent and green:

"Please."

So Penelope steps forward - pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth - not wiping away the smudge of lipstick that now marks him as hers.  

"Don't move, Love."

First she takes off her panties sliding them down over her legs then tossing them to one side.

Luke swallows hard - his adam's apple rippling in his throat.

Next she pulls her camisole over her head - letting her breast bounce free - her nipples proud and unashamedly taught - her areolas a dusky pink.

Luke moans but does not blink.

And like that - with the power of being the one bared when the other is clothed in nothing but provocation - she is ready to unwrap her present.  

With a kiss to his shoulder - his breastbone - his abdomen - she folds to her knees until she's kneeling at his feet.  She spreads her ringed fingers wide across his belly.  Looking up through her lashes just as she imagined earlier tonight and so many times before.

Luke makes a fist - clenches his jaw - but doesn't move - slowly relaxes.

A satisfied smirk quirks her smile when she sees that his tan lines do not match the lines of his thong.  

This is all for her. 

Just in case she felt the same…

Her next kiss is pressed high on his thigh - her cheek so so close to the very taught pouch of the thong.  She turns her face towards the bulging burgundy package and presses her nose and lips into the crook of his hip.  And then - finally - so slowly - with just a whisper of pressure she brushes first cheek - then lips - across his straining silk wrapped cock. 

A full body shudder ripples through Luke -  he can't help but bury a hand in her hair - his cock jerks up to meet her questing ghost of a touch.  The ache pumping through his veins is the clamour and seduction of cool jazz.

Penelope slides her hands around behind him to cup his ass cheeks - hugging into him as she nuzzles more firmly into his cock - leaving wetspots on the silk from her wide open kisses.  Her fingers are busy behind him - playing first with the band - slipping along and underneath like he did with the strap of her camisole - and then sliding down along the narrow strip that runs down - plucking it like a harp where it disappears into delicious secret places where the sun don't shine.  She pulls it back again - like a bow string - pulling the pouch she is kissing tighter against his rampant cock… even though if asked a moment ago if it were possible… she would have stated categorically that sure as 'there is a moon in the sky' there was no way 'by all that is bright and made of unicorns' that the thong could be tighter - but it does… 

…and the grunt he makes as he arches into the pressure?  Better than rhubbarb strawberry pie.  Better than summer thunder.  Better than cats and dogs lounging on a back porch in the shade.

She moans.  

Damn.

Now it is her who is not sure she can wait - keep playing out this oh so slow sultry tune…

So she lets the string go slack and sweeps her hands back around to the front of him.  Hooking her thumbs into the waistband - she slowly - carefully peels down the pouch of the thong - giving her a very first look at his naked cock - with one hand she holds the band away from his body - aware that she needs to be careful not to hurt him - she carefully cups her hand around his balls.

He sucks in a breath - fast and hard - and even as another tremor runs through him - he schools himself to not move a muscle- trusting her as she gently lifts his most sensitive part and tucks band and pouch beneath that delicate flesh - he's afraid for a moment it will hurt - but it doesn't and now all of him is on glorious display…

…and when he has another flash of self consciousness and worry that she won't like what she unpacked - Penelope's happy sigh and smile and the long lick she gives him from root to tip quickly dispelled his fear.

His cock is in her mouth now.

She's lubbing him up real good.  No, that joke was not for you Newbie… oh but this is.  Ooh oh oh ooh… 

The ache.  Oh the ache.  

His cock is making these little jerky movements now.  His balls are burning with ache.  

Damn.  Oh. Damn.

"Pen-"

Penelope pops off his cock - a wild wide smile stretching her lips.

"You better cum for me, Luke,"

She straightens then.  Lifting her breasts up so that they wrap around him - his cock slick with spit - her breasts slick with sweat.  

"Fuck me between my titts, Luke.   Cum on me.  Coat my tongue - my titties."

And Luke's hands come to help her hold her breasts - high and tight - and he cannot hold back but thrusts hard and fast - reeling with the feelings - everything is building - boiling - so damn hot - so damn hot.

Luke intertwines his fingers with Penelope's pressing against the sharp edges of her rings - not caring - not caring… pumping… straining…his balls slapping hard against the undersides of her breast…then pulling…dragging….sliding almost tip out…then surging back…tight…deep…sweat running off him…his neck cording…Penelope's "yes. yes. yesses." echoing through his brain…driving him on and on and on and then - oh and then - he is there.  He is cumming hard and hard - jizz pumping onto her chest, her throat, her tongue, her hair…his fingers so tight so tight on hers…his jaw clenched around a muffled howl…his neck corded as he flies into a million pieces…a Midsummer meteor shower of love and sex…with his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

And as he cums so does Penelope - high and tight - her pussy clenching in time to his grunts - her body coiled and then released…

oh sweet release.

And then….

Like magic as they both relax… uncoil… come down..  they share shy glances… bashful smiles…

Penelope helps him step out of the thong and he uses it to tidy her up a little and then tosses it into the corner where her things landed oh so many moments ago…

Luke offers her a hand and just then, through the open window comes a single voice - singing clear as a July day…

"At laaaaaaaaaast my loooooooove has come alooong…"

The voice is raw but good.  Perfect.

Luke looks down at Penelope and helps her to stand.

"Dance with me, Pen."

And so? They did.  Slow and sultry.  Swaying to the accapella voice - Penelope is held tight in his arms.  

They caress.  Long slow loving touches. 

Sweet nothings pass from lips to ear as they move together.  Secret words of love…

And even when the singer has grown quiet - still they dance…. and then they are kissing sure and slow and deep…. kissing… kissing… kissing…until…

"Really?  Again?  Already?"

"Nearly."

And Luke pushes Penelope back on the bed.  

Soft and slow… and now he kisses her… first just on her lips… but slowly gently everywhere… slowly gently building up the ache…the need anew in both of them…

His lips find her clit and soft kiss after soft kiss sends her higher and higher… and when she cums it is a soft full body wave…a shudder and a prayer.

And then he is rolling on a condom.

Covering her - pushing inside - and then he just holds deep and still inside her until she opens her eyes for him.  

A question in her eyes and then….ohhhhh…..

It is like this that they join - never looking away - connection building - friction building - slowly oh so slowly…

IN Feel You Close OUT  

IN Feel You Close OUT

IN Feel You Close OUT

IN FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. OUT

….over and over- like layering paint on a canvas or notes in a piece of music - over and over  - until something is made out of nothing - and so this builds.  

IN… FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. …OUT

IN… FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. …OUT

IN… FEEL. YOU. CLOSE. …OUT

damn oh damn oh damn oh damn

And their voices rise together - rise and rise and rise - until they are shouting their love - cumming hard and loud and deep and together.

And as their bodies surge and rush and then calm into quiet - a new sound drifts in through the window.

A group of voices cheering and clapping and "way to going".  

And who cares?  

They are each other's now.

…and the world?  Might as well know it.

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case

So I lounge around in my lingerie

You better come my way

Ooh oh oh ooh

Ooh oh oh ooh

Ooh oh oh ooh

Ooh oh oh ooh

So I lounge around in my lingerie

I wanna be prepared for you just in case, yeah

So I lounge around in my lingerie

Oh, you better come my way

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Winx Club Abridged - Episode 12: Oh Oh Oh It's Miss Magix (Part 3 of 3)

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--LOGO--

Winx Club 3D logo by jadeavon (https://www.deviantart.com/jadeavon/art/Winx-Club-3D-logo-F2U-645621498)

--MUSIC--

Daria opening song and outro: "You're Standing On My Neck" by Splendora Stem Distributions LLC. (on behalf of Viacom International Inc.); UMPI, BMI - Broadcast Music Inc., Sony ATV Publishing, and 2 Music Rights Societies

The Trix Fail Montage song: "Promise (Get Down)" by Hirose Kohmi https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifs4zmWD3ms

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Heidi's parkour song: "Spazzmatica Polka" by Kevin MacLeod https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vx2tQgtT1Tc

Lucy's dance track: Swan Lake (Ballet Suite), Op. 20: I. Scene (Swan Theme) London Philharmonic Orchestra / Yuri Simonov https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cNQFB0TDfY

Stella's dance track: "Big Enough" by Kirin J Callinan Album: Big Enough Vydia, The Orchard Music, UMG (on behalf of EMI Recorded Music Australia Pty Ltd); UNIAO BRASILEIRA DE EDITORAS DE MUSICA - UBEM, Polaris Hub AB, SOLAR Music Rights Management, CMRRA, Broma 16, LatinAutor - SonyATV, LatinAutor, Sony ATV Publishing, LatinAutorPerf, ASCAP, BMI - Broadcast Music Inc., and 15 Music Rights Societies

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[vinylrevolutions]

India.Arie - I am not my hair

See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back

Small, tryin' to ball, always been black And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat Had a lumpy curly top and all that crap, now Just tryin' to be (1)________________ Nappy headed brothers never had no ladies And I hit the barber shop real quick Had 'em give me lil' twist and it drove 'em crazy (crazy) Then I couldn't get no job 'Cause corporate wouldn't hire no dreadlocks Then I thought about my dogs from the block Kinda understand why they chose to steal and rob Was it the hair that got me this far All these girls these cribs these cars? I hate to say it but it seem so (2) __________ 'Cause (3) ___________  didn't come till I cut it all off

Little girl with the press and curl Age eight, I got a Jheri curl Thirteen, and I got a relaxer I was a source of so much laughter At fifteen when it all broke off (4) ____________ and went all natural February, 2002 I went on and did what I had to do Because it was time to change my life To become the woman that I am inside

  Ninety-seven dreadlocks all gone I looked in the mirror for the first time and saw that Hey (hey) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your (5) ___________________, no (hey) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am the soul that lives within

Good hair means curls and waves (no) Bad hair means you look like a slave (no) At the turn of the century It's time for us to redefine who we be You can shave it off like a South African beauty Or get in on lock like Bob Marley You can rock it straight like Oprah Winfrey If it's not what's on your head, it's what's underneath, and say Hey (hey) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations, no (hey) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am the soul that lives within

Who cares if you don't like that? With nothin' to lose, postin' with the wave cap And some cops wanna harass 'cause I got waves Ain't see nothin' like that in all my days Man, you gotta change all these feelings Steady (6) ____________ one another by their appearance

Yes, India, I feel ya, girl Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause

Does the way I wear my hair make me a better person? (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I wear my hair make me a better friend? Oh (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I wear my hair

(7) ______________ my integrity? (Whoa, whoa, whoa) I am expressing my creativity (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Breast cancer and chemotherapy Took away her crownin' glory She promised God if she was to survive She would enjoy every day of her life, oh On national television Her diamond eyes are sparkling Bald-headed like a full moon shining Singing out to the whole wide world like, hey Hey (hey) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations, no (hey) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am the soul that lives within Hey (hey) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations, no (hey) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am the soul that lives

Within

      Source: LyricFindSongwriters:

Aliaune Thiam / Andrew Ramsey / India Arie Simpson / Shannon SandersI Am Not My Hair lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Jolany, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

 1. appreciated 

2.  flawed 

3. success

4. Eighteen 

5. expectations 

6. judging 

7. determine

#music video #india arie

[liquidgirl13]

Charmed

"How Soon Is Now"

I am the son

And the heir

Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

I am the son and heir

Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth

How can you say

I go about things the wrong way?

I am human and I need to be loved

Just like everybody else does

I am the son

And the heir

Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

I am the son and heir

Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth

How can you say

I go about things the wrong way?

I am human and I need to be loved

Just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go

You could meet somebody who really loves you

So you go and you stand on your own

And you leave on your own

And you go home and you cry

And you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen now

When exactly do you mean?

See I've already waited too long

And all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth

How can you say

I go about things the wrong way?

I am human and I need to be loved

Just like everybody else does

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Johnny Marr / Steven Patrick Morrissey

How Soon Is Now? lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

#Youtube

[poemas-letras-y-artes]

ÁNGEL DE AMOR

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¿Quién te cortó las alas, mi ángel? ¿Quién te arranco los sueños hoy? ¿Quién te arrodilló para humillarte? ¿Y quién enjauló tu alma, amor?

Déjame curarte, vida Déjame darte todo mi amor

Ángel Ángel, ángel de amor No te abandones No te derrumbes, amor

¿Quién ató tus manos, ató el deseo? ¿Quién mató tu risa, mató tu Dios? ¿Quién sangró tus manos y tu credo? ¿Por qué lo permitiste, ángel de amor?

Déjame curarte, vida Déjame darte todo mi amor

Ángel Ángel, ángel de amor No te abandones No te derrumbes amor

Ángel Ángel, ángel, te doy mi amor Abre tus alas Deja tus sueños volar

Ángel Somos arena y mar No te abandones No te derrumbes, amor

Ángel Ángel, ángel, te doy mi amor Abre tus alas Deja tus sueños volar

Ángel de amor (Pero mi amor ya nunca te derrumbes) Ángel de amor (Pero mi amor ya nunca te derrumbes) Ángel de amor (Pero mi amor ya nunca te derrumbes) Ángel de amor (Pero mi amor ya nunca te derrumbes)

Fuente: LyricFind

Compositores: Alejandro González Trujillo / José Fernando Emilio Olvera Sierra

Letra de Ángel de amor © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

#musica #letra de canciones #cancion triste #angel #art #letras de musicas #pensamientos tristes #citas #rock music #Youtube

[chisonoiosenonchiara]

Non basta un raggio di sole in un cielo blu come il mare

Perché mi porto un dolore che sale, che sale

Si ferma sulle ginocchia che tremano, e so perchè

E non arresta la corsa, lui non si vuole fermare

Perché è un dolore che sale, che sale e fa male

Ora è allo stomaco, fegato, vomito, fingo ma c'è

E quando arriva la notte

E resto sola con me

La testa parte e va in giro

In cerca dei suoi perchè

Né vincitori né vinti

Si esce sconfitti a metà

La vita può allontanarci

L'amore continuerà

Lo stomaco ha resistito anche se non vuol mangiare

Ma c'è il dolore che sale, che sale e fa male

Arriva al cuore lo vuole picchiare più forte di me

Prosegue nella sua corsa, si prende quello che resta

Ed in un attimo esplode e mi scoppia la testa

Vorrebbe una risposta ma in fondo risposta non c'è

E sale e scende dagli occhi

Il sole adesso dov'è?

Mentre il dolore sul foglio è

Seduto qui accanto a me

Che le parole nell'aria

Sono parole a metà

Ma queste sono già scritte

E il tempo non passerà

Ma quando arriva la notte, la notte

E resto sola con me

La testa parte e va in giro

In cerca dei suoi perchè

Né vincitori né vinti

Si esce sconfitti a metà

La vita può allontanarci

L'amore poi continuerà

E quando arriva la notte, la notte

E resto sola con me

La testa parte e va in giro

In cerca dei suoi perchè

Né vincitori né vinti

Si esce sconfitti a metà

L'amore può allontanarci

La vita poi continuerà

Continuerà

Continuerà

Fonte: LyricFind

Compositori: Giuseppe Anastasi

Testo di La notte © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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La notte - Arisa [Testo]

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[figumichaelfromhinterschmidru]

Still the best UFO footage from the pre-digital age!

[shinyoverdose]

Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks

This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock

Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top

Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch

Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)

This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)

Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)

This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock (off the clock)

Bhad Bhabie got these bitches bustin' for cash (cash)

Do the dash, try to play me, bitch, I'm bustin' yo' ass (bustin' yo')

Lotta gun sounds, Rollie, bust down, know why these bitches mad

'Cause they trash and they fuckin' for cash (cash)

Too official, blow the whistle, bitch, I'm fly as a bird (brrr)

Take a picture, get ya' issue, bitch will die on my word (on my word)

Walk in the bank, fuck it up, pokin' that bitch with a shank, fuck it up (fuck it up)

I bought the lil' bitch a bag, make it double back and clear up her tab (yah)

Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks

This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock

Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top

Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch

Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)

This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)

Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)

This a big watch (Lil Boat), diamond drippin' off of the clock (off of the clock)

I got big guap, pussy, yeah, I'm real rich (yeah)

Six cars, two houses and I'm still rich, uh (uh)

Think it's sweet? One call, hit the Killswitch (boom)

Boo, be cool, I ain't worried 'bout yo' lil bitch, nigga

That lil' chain that you rockin', that's so little to me

Talkin' shit but want a verse? That's a riddle to me

Can't fuck the bitch if she got her virginity (whoo, yeah)

'Cause then she gon' really be into me (whoo, yeah)

.223 shots, I might run for the enemies (ah)

Put a few holes in his kidney (whoo, Lil Boat)

Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks

This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock

Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top

Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch

Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)

This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)

Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)

This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock (off of the clock)

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Danielle Bregoli / Darryl Patric McCorkell / Irvin Devine Whitlow / Jaucquez Lowe / Josiah Nasir Muhammad / Lamont J. Porter / Miles Parks McCollum / Samuel Gloade

Gucci Flip Flops lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Concord Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc



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[romanalfonsogodoydelacroix]

New York City Cops

Canción de The Strokes

Oh

Oh

Oh

Jaja, quise decir, ah

Ha-ha, I meant, ah

No, no quise decir eso en absoluto.

No, I didn't mean that at all

Ooh ooh

Ooh-ooh

Aquí en las calles tan mecanizadas

Here in the streets so mechanized

Subir al fondo del sentido de la vida.

Rise to the bottom of the meaning of life

Estudié todas las reglas y no quería participar.

Studied all the rules and didn't want no part

Pero te dejé entrar sólo para romper este corazón

But I let you in just to break this heart

Aunque fue sólo una noche, fue

Even though it was only one night, it was

jodidamente extraño

Fucking strange

Nina está en el dormitorio.

Nina's in the bedroom

Ella dijo: "Es hora de irse ahora".

She said, "Time to go now"

Pero dejarlo no es fácil

But leavin' it ain't easy

Tengo que dejarlo ir, oh, tengo que dejarlo ir

I got to let go, oh, I got to let go

Y las horas corrieron lentas

And the hours they ran slow

Dije, todas las noches, ella no puede dejar de decir

I said, every night, she just can't stop saying

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, policías de la ciudad de Nueva York

New York City cops, New York City cops

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, pero no son demasiado inteligentes.

New York City cops, but they ain't too smart

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, policías de la ciudad de Nueva York

New York City cops, New York City cops

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, pero no son demasiado inteligentes.

New York City cops, but they ain't too smart

Bueno, mátame ahora porque te decepcioné

Well, kill me now 'cause I let you down

Juro que un día dejaré esta ciudad

I swear one day I'm gonna leave this town

Detener

Stop

Sí, me voy, porque simplemente no funcionará.

Yes, I'm leaving, 'cause it just won't work

Y actúan como romanos, pero visten como turcos.

And they act like Romans, but they dress like Turks

Algún tiempo en tu mejor momento

Some time in your prime

Mírame, me gusta el verano pero, ey

See me, I like the summertime but, hey

Nina está en el dormitorio.

Nina's in the bedroom

Ella dijo: "Es hora de irse ahora".

She said, "Time to go now"

Pero irse no es fácil

But leaving, it ain't easy

Oh, tengo que dejarlo ir, oh, tengo que dejarlo ir, oh

Oh, I got to let go, oh, I got to let go, oh

Atrapado en un apartamento

Trapped in an apartment

Ella no dejaría que la atraparan.

She would not let them get her

Ella lo escribió en una carta.

She wrote it in a letter

Tengo que confesar, pero las autoridades han visto

I got to come clean but the authorities they've seen

Cariño, estoy en algún punto intermedio

Darling, I'm somewhere in between

Dije, todas las noches, ella no puede dejar de decir

I said, every night, she just can't stop saying

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, policías de la ciudad de Nueva York

New York City cops, New York City cops

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, pero no son demasiado inteligentes.

New York City cops, but they ain't too smart

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, policías de la ciudad de Nueva York

New York City cops, New York City cops

Policías de la ciudad de Nueva York, pero no son demasiado inteligentes.

New York City cops, but they ain't too smart

Fuente: LyricFind

Compositores: Julian Casablancas

Letra de New York City Cops © Warner Chappell Music, Inc