Weird, I know—especially as this is not a sexual desire at all! Simply a tactile experiment! Thanksgiving night before going to sleep, I watched an interview he did in October with Charlie Rose, and the corners of his mouth have the cutest little, uh, wings I guess I’ll call them for lack of a better term. They tuck in and under when he’s talking and then when he smiles they widen into dimples that demand a smile in return. When I saw him on SNL recently, he was wearing a beard which totally obscured that fascinating mouth. Sigh. Lose the beard, Dave. Please!
I want to kiss him for another reason, as well. (Again, not sexual!) He talked about the talent it took for a musical artist to sing songs written by someone else, to give those lyrics meaning and life, to actually be able to *feel* a composition which one’s own heart and soul had no part in creating. He said there were very few songs he could cover, that he had to *be* the music he sang.
I was practically screaming, “Yes!” at the television because this is the very reason I’ve never wanted to write a story for any of Harlequin’s very successful continuity programs. In fact, I turned down an offer to write one of the books for the Silhouette Bombshell continuity series that will be a part of the line when it launches next summer. These series are conceived by editors, the *bible* of characters and situations put together in-house. The individual installments are then given to the authors to write. Maitland Maternity, Heart of the West, Forrester Square. These are the continuity series that come to mind.
And then, finally, at the end of the interview, Dave sang an acoustic version of Gravedigger and it was a good thing I was already snuggled under the quilt with the husband, because that’s when the shivers really set in. Because this time the kissing fantasy wasn’t due to any sort of experiment at all! It was all about the music, the sound, the feeling of being seduced. Double sigh. *grin*
