Sing With Lust

Nina says...

Wouldn't it be something if I actually had the guts to sing in front of an audience.

I imagine it would be in some dive, blues bar, somewhere in the heart of New Orleans. Some old, run down place off Bourbon Street with too many stories. I would go on around 1:00 a.m., just as the night was winding down. The patrons would be drunk and tired, but they would wait for me. They couldn't possibly go to sleep until they'd heard me sing.

The lights would dim and a blue spot light would hit the stage. It would have to be blue. A smoky, male voice would be heard over the quiet rumble of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen... Miss Nina would like to bid you all good night."

I would walk onto the stage with me head down, dressed all in black. Calmly I would approach the microphone, still staring at the floor, waiting for my music to arrive. Out of the dark, the first piano notes would hit. And as I opened my mouth, I would look up, the electric blue of my eyes would overwhelm the moment.

My voice would be slow and steady, full of lost inhibitions and carnal desire. I would melt you.

"Love me love me love me

Say you do

Let me fly away

with you

For my love is like

the wind

And wild is the wind

Give me more

than one caress

Satisfy this

hungriness

Let the wind

blow through your heart

For wild is the wind

You...

touch me...

I hear the sound

of mandolins

You...

kiss me...

With your kiss

my life begins

You're spring to me

All things

to me

Don't you know you're

life itself

Like a leaf clings

to a tree

Oh my darling,

cling to me

For we're creatures

of the wind

And wild is the wind

So wild is the wind

Wild is the wind

Wild is the wind"

I would be wild and inconsolable. Something just beyond your reach. A creature not of this world. I would intoxicate you. Lead you on without you ever knowing it. I would take you to a different planet that felt like home.

I would be so beautiful.

"Do you get the gist of the song now?"

-Nina Simone