My loving arms


girl what do you want
what made you change your mind about me
how can you suddenly want what you've hated for so long that you would come on so strong
with your precious love

girl what do you need
what do you want to see from me
how can you take me there when I know you didn't dare just yesterday to share with me
your precious love

you tell me to take a shower
as if it should really matter
to you at all and you start to bawl
when I wasn't nice when came to crawl asking me to hold you in my loving arms

girl what do you say
how would you like to go with me
I'm sorry for my words and I hope you wasn't hurt but if you were come let me make it up to you
let me make love to you.

Coyright 2008me

What think you folks?
I got more.

look out Lenny,...

I know a coupla Lennys you could be refering to outside of some guy on here.
But why be cute?

Did you like the lyrics or not?

Maybe I should point out that this song was written about a scene between two characters in a book I wrote. The two had an ongoing feud in the work place.

A universal calamity occurred which cost most people on earth their lives.

The female person in this feud turned to the male for comfort because her friends and family were dying all around her.

The male was initially rude to her because all they ever did was fight before, plus he was irritable because he had been working around the clock to find a way to save the people of the earth.

Both characters are scientists working in a lab.

kravitz,..lenny kravitz,..

but tx for the compliment

sounds like my kind of book

I thought that was who you meant...but why insult me like that?


Just kidding...

I don't like too much rock music but I don't know enough about Lenny to diss him. So it was a joke.

First..thanks for replying. I think something I said went over your head but that's niether here nor there.

Since you ignored commenting on the lyrics to comment on the book, I take it you didn't like the lyrics.

So, I'm going to do this...

"You really do need to shave." Damian looked around and saw the Pipsqueak standing in the doorway with her left hand on her hip. "And a shower too. You stink."


What's she doing here this time of night? He didn't have the energy to deal with her after hours. (should be in italics. He's thinking this, not saying it.)


" I know that Pip, you forget something?"


" Take a shower Damian." Her voice sounded strange, low and slightly breathless, like something you'd hear from a woman in heat, not from a shrew who had acted like she hated him from the moment they met.


"Please?"


What the hell? (should be in italics)


"Pip this is my cubicle, if the smell is bothering you so much get out or go the hell on home. What are you doing here so late anyway?"


She started crying--not that controlled, dainty kind of sobbing either. The woman was bawling, shoulders shaking and everything.


"Alright, alright...goddamn...I'll take a shower."


McCloud's wing of the university had a shower room, as well as a kitchen and other comforts and necessities of a real home.


Damian got off his cot and stood up, took a few steps towards the shower room and stopped. The Pipsqueak was right on his heels. "What... You plan to watch or something? I have to take a leak too, you gonna hold my ****?" He looked into her eyes and saw six thousand years of punishment over a bite of apple.


"Ada I'm sorry." There's no way he should have been so insensitive. Her friends were dying all around her--probably family members too. She was close to Woody and he knew that-- even though Jenna was the only one who was bad enough to give the skinny little man some dip.


He was more stressed out than he knew. Before today he was being extra nice to her because of Woody's death and because she had actually started sending him some unexpectedly strange vibes. Though he had spent many a night fantasizing about her and what Steve called the eighth and ninth wonders of the world in the beginning, he just didn't want to be bothered with her and what she was suddenly needing, or wanting right now. Seemed like everybody was suddenly needing a piece of him that they didn't want three weeks before.


But what the hell, it wasn't going to kill him. And he needed to get himself together and start living like people again. What better way to do that than to accept what she was offering. He should be grateful to her.


He put an arm around her waist. She laid her dark-haired head on his shoulder, right in the funk of his radiating armpit.


Together they walked to the shower room.

**********

This is an excerpt from the book which the song was based on.

Waddaya think?

first off,..nothing went over my head,...I caught it,..just decided to ignore it,..

as for your book ,..

I like it,..I like your characters,..Damian,..in his confused aroused state of mind,..

I like the detail,..you can almost smell him,..

and the mystery surrounding Pip,..

Apppreciate the input May777. Here's another excerpt to flesh out some of what lead to that scene...

**********
Damian pulled his black 1998 T-bird into the parking lot at the back of McCloud's Lab. Before he stepped out of the car the old man was hobbling toward him with a pronounced limp that Damian had never noticed before. The little thin lips flattened and the spotted teeth beamed a big welcome. Typical scientific genius Damian thought. Too busy and occupied to comb his hair or brush his damned teeth.

"Damian...Come, come...I want to introduce you to your team."


I'm coming pops...Damn. (should be in italics)


Damian picked up his pace. When he wanted to the old man moved like he was on motorized wheels. Before he knew it Damian was walking into a room of what he instantly saw, felt, sensed --were some very unhappy Campers; or maybe it was the utterly disgusted voice that smacked him in the face that told him that there was no joy in McCloud's lab.


"Oh you can't be serious."


The accent was English or maybe Afrikaner. Damian felt so verbally assaulted; he had to play the man's words over in his mind twice to believe he hadn't just been cussed at.


And then they were all talking at once each raising the tone of incredibleness in their expressions of discontent like a high stakes poker game.


What was happening was exactly what Damian expected. He looked over at McCloud and felt sorry for the old man as he stood there red-faced and speechless. But he had squared things with McCloud by showing up. He will take one of the other opportunities offered him with a crystal clear conscience. He wasn't mad. He understood the people in the room completely. He probably would have felt the same way, himself. No hard feelings he thought. That was, until a high, but piercing little voice---chimed out loud enough for Sheree and the entire campus to hear.


"A ****ing boy," the voice said, in an incredulous tone that couldn't have been topped if they had kept trying to one-up one another for the next 50 years.


They had a right to their anger. And they had a right to let McCloud know he was wrong--which even Damian felt he was but they had no grounds to assault him so vehemently. This was McCloud's idea. He was about to leave and bless them on the way out but now his eyes sought out the owner of that dog whistle voice. He spotted a very well proportioned young woman standing in the midst of the disgruntled scientists like a top heavy Napoleon Bonaparte. He had never seen bigger tits in his life and for a moment he got lost in the miracle of the spectacle; forgot all about being insulted.


"Truly two of the nine wonders of the world they are."


"What--?"


Damian turned to see a very very tall red-haired Viking grinning down at him.


He grinned back sheepishly.


"Don't be embarrassed. You didn't drool, and that my friend puts you in a category of cool that has only been attained by the gay professor that teaches calculus in the next wing. You sir, are even more superior to he because you are obviously not immune to miracles. There was no drool but the eyes did not fail to bulge as is right and proper in such a --shall I say--wondrous first encounter."


Damian burst out laughing just as McCloud finally found his lost voice.


"Everybody be quiet!" The old man thundered.


The room fell silent.


"Damian...Son forgive me...I thought I had prepared them. "


Damian looked at the old man who he was growing to like more all the time. He wasn't blaming McCloud and he tried to convey that with his eyes. In fact he wasn't even angry. He was just anxious to be on his way.


"I thank you for being so kind to me sir and offering me such a great opportunity."


Damian was moving towards the door before he was finished speaking. Slow talking McCloud will never catch him with a plea before he was halfway down the hall and he knew it. But when he reached out for freedom, instead of cold, hard doorknob, his hand landed on long, tall, Viking skin. The comical Bill Walton had leaned over without moving his feet and gotten between Damian and the exit.


"Before you go I think you are due a few more apologies."


Did it look like I needed anymore apologies?(should be in italics) "That's OK I'll just be on my---"


"Nooo...Damian...Son, please don't leave! This is your lab!" Damian was jolted by the panicked tone of McCloud's voice. He could see he wasn't the only one in the room disturbed by such naked desperation. People were losing it all around. He wanted out.


Damian lowered his hand and sighed deeply.


"Sir I don't think it's fair or proper--"


"Damian...Son, we don't have time for fair and proper...Or for catering to bruised egos." McCloud looked around the room fiercely--like the alpha male wolf daring another contender to step up and go for it.


"Welcome..." McCloud demanded of the people in the room..."The new lead scientist of McCloud's research group...And your new boss."


"Be goddamned if he's my new boss." The big breasted woman muttered too low for anybody as far a way as McCloud was from her possibly to hear. The old man's head whipped around like a cobra strike.


"You say something Ada?"


"No, sir." The big breasted woman stared at the floor.


McCloud started tapping his old scuffed up weather worn shoe, getting louder with each contact with the floor. The toe taps started to tense the air like a time bomb counting down the last ten seconds before the big boom.


As much as they hated it people started to move.


"Welcome sir." The Englishman or Afrikaner stepped forward and extended a hand to Damian. "I'm Rhoady Smith." Damian shook it and he couldn't tell if it was inadvertent or not when the man turned and wiped the hand on his lab coat.


"Welcome to the Lab Marson." This was a bull-necked, stocky man who looked liked a slightly undersized Mike Ditka. His name was also Mike-- "Mike Steinson." He grabbed Damian's hand and for a second squeezed like the two of them were engaged in some kind of arm wrestling match. He let up and stepped back smirking like he had just proven something.


A tall, light haired woman who was wearing a skirt so short, Damain was sure if she turned around he could see where her ass ended and her legs began even when she was standing up straight. An amusing thing was, her lab coat was even shorter than her skirt. Damian didn't hear but one female voice so he wasn't sure if she had joined in the noise against him. She extended her hand towards him like she expected him to kiss it.


"Welcome aboard sir. I'm Jenna Duchanes and I look forward to working with you. " Damian had learned things about older women that left him nearly uninterested in younger ones and he knew they didn't play coy when they wanted something. Like Sheree, the woman was a well preserved older woman; slim and tight. She grabbed his hand like women take hold of a penis--running her palm lightly down from his wrist to his finger tips.


A short, skinny, Woody Allen type approached Damian in a manner that was clearly more intended to interrupt something than to welcome Damian. Nearly pushing the blond woman off balance he croaked his greeting and stepped back quickly;said his name was Timothy Littlepage.


The tall Viking introduced himself as Steve Gunthor; gave Damian a look that could have been a picture in the dictionary next to the word "sincerity" as he loudly welcomed him as "boss."


After two other men obeyed McCloud's demand, the only other woman in the room stepped forward. Damian was already calling her the "Pipsqueak" in his mind. She didn't extend her hand but she did manage to grunt out a welcome even though it was only a welcome by definition of the words-- in intent and expression the woman had cussed him out again.


She never mentioned her name.


Damian laughed and grinned at Mr. McCloud who smiled back in obvious relief, his eyes urging Damian to take charge.


Damian looked around the room--still undecided until his glance fell on Steve. The big oaf was going through a series of facial contortions that would have rivaled the best of Jim Carrey. The 7 footer managed somehow to make himself look like a 3 foot tall, sad-eyed 6 year old one second and an excited puppy, the next. He was wriggling his massive rearend in a pretty good imitation of a tail wagging hound.


Damian wasn't the only one who erupted with laughter.


"You know you ought to take that out on the road." Damian wiped his eyes and shook his head.


The big clown straightened up and laughed. Damian had seen plenty of people laugh before but this guy laughed. His eyes narrowed into slits. His teeth looked like they popped out of his mouth and started clattering independently from his face. His whole body morphed into a definition of the word laugh. His guffaws cackled like Zeus or Thor or something else from up high.


Damian watched in bemused fascination. What he said just wasn't that funny. Richard Pryor never said anything that funny.


If the intention of all that clowning was to convince him to accept the position it worked. Damian knew he had a least one potential friend in the lab. As anxious as he was to settle in some place and get to work, one person in this crew who didn't despise him was enough.


"Alright." He said. "We all know what happened this morning. Let's get to work."


A series of 'yes-sirs" followed his command--more than one of them even sounding sincere.


"Damian...Son... " McCloud beckoned Damian over to a table where he sat looking intently into a microscope.


"Let me show you something."

*************

What do you think, May?

I`ll have to let you know later,.

gotta to go to work,..

well,..I think we`re off on some kind of adventure,..

you`re an extremely good story teller,..humorous,..

love the descriptions of your each of the different characters,..

the feel of the mood in the room,..

entertaining read