Post by jeannerené on May 28, 2008 22:33:07 GMT -8
...inspired by:
Under the Boardwalk originally sung by the Drifters, but the by also sung by Otis Redding (whose version I prefer)
Oh when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be making love
Under the board-walk, board-walk!
From the park you hear the happy sound of a carousel
Mm-mm, you can almost taste the hot dogs and French fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be making love
Under the board-walk, board-walk!
Oooooh, under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk!
On a blanket with my baby....
he licks
the bead of nehi orange
resting in the corner of her lips
sweet
he smiles
shivering sweetness up
shivering down
a spine tingling kamikaze rush
craving molotov cocktails of powerful emotions
on this sundown
slowed down
seashore
sea shine stroll
all the time
she’s tossing beached driftwood
back into the shallow sea
and drinking nehi effervescence
laughing
popping slippery sea flowers
and a can you catch me wink
in tempestuous silence
want some
one last sip
he wraps his lips around the bottle
sweet
he drinks
zigzagging round sand castles
ambling the beach walk
caressing the beach talk
submerged in thought waves
the ebb and flow of speaking foreplay
carelessly
tickling the under bellies
of panicked sand crabs
kicking up sea foam
that make her legs glisten
in the amber glow closing the day
the blue nylon shorts
kiss the inside of her thighs with salty dampness
and he asks, with a wink
are you cold enough yet
unbuttoned shirt
slips off of his shoulders
he offers his apology
with warmth
truce granted without a question
as well as a kiss
slowed down
sundown
the cool sand tugs at bare feet
up to the boardwalk
still spinning with low-lit carousels
empty of spandex beauties roller blading
past hard muscled hormones
slouching on benches
or hare krisna barkers for salvation through mantras
otis redding sits in heaven and knows
they are shivering
they are shivering
but too young to consider
looking back
in solemn faithless retrospect
much less
coming up to the surface for air
.jeannerené
Under the Boardwalk originally sung by the Drifters, but the by also sung by Otis Redding (whose version I prefer)
Oh when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be making love
Under the board-walk, board-walk!
From the park you hear the happy sound of a carousel
Mm-mm, you can almost taste the hot dogs and French fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be making love
Under the board-walk, board-walk!
Oooooh, under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
(Under the boardwalk) out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) people walking above
(Under the boardwalk) we'll be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk!
On a blanket with my baby....
he licks
the bead of nehi orange
resting in the corner of her lips
sweet
he smiles
shivering sweetness up
shivering down
a spine tingling kamikaze rush
craving molotov cocktails of powerful emotions
on this sundown
slowed down
seashore
sea shine stroll
all the time
she’s tossing beached driftwood
back into the shallow sea
and drinking nehi effervescence
laughing
popping slippery sea flowers
and a can you catch me wink
in tempestuous silence
want some
one last sip
he wraps his lips around the bottle
sweet
he drinks
zigzagging round sand castles
ambling the beach walk
caressing the beach talk
submerged in thought waves
the ebb and flow of speaking foreplay
carelessly
tickling the under bellies
of panicked sand crabs
kicking up sea foam
that make her legs glisten
in the amber glow closing the day
the blue nylon shorts
kiss the inside of her thighs with salty dampness
and he asks, with a wink
are you cold enough yet
unbuttoned shirt
slips off of his shoulders
he offers his apology
with warmth
truce granted without a question
as well as a kiss
slowed down
sundown
the cool sand tugs at bare feet
up to the boardwalk
still spinning with low-lit carousels
empty of spandex beauties roller blading
past hard muscled hormones
slouching on benches
or hare krisna barkers for salvation through mantras
otis redding sits in heaven and knows
they are shivering
they are shivering
but too young to consider
looking back
in solemn faithless retrospect
much less
coming up to the surface for air
.jeannerené
