Page 66 of Stolen Voices
Ignoring the warning, I stay focused on the music. With my capo on the fourth fret, taking the chord octave up in range, I repeat the progression—D, G, B minor, A—and hum to myself as I strum the strings of the guitar with my pick.
Down. Down, up. Up, down, up.
The melody has been stuck in my head, begging to be released since the other night, when Eli threw me over his shoulder and carried me out of the club like an overprotective beast.
My stomach flips as I close my eyes, picturing Eli’s furiously handsome face as he stomped over and stepped in between me and the line of guys pawing at my legs with mouths open, waiting for me to pour liquor down their throats.
The memory of him crowding me with a crazed, jealous look in his eyes, as I sat on the bar staring up at him, is a bolt of desire straight to my center. Angry, possessive Eli is hot as fuck, and I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve gotten myself off twice since I saw that side of him.
Only, in my fantasies, Eli didn’t carry me away. Instead, he spread my legs open, dropped to his knees, and licked me until I came on his tongue screaming his name, letting everyone know exactly whom I belonged to.
The words form as memories of our first meeting run through my head.
I’m unsteady, shaky
Then your hand lands on my hip
My heart stalls in my chest the fire from your tight grip
Mismatched eyes struck by a black abyss
Drop your hold, leave me cold. What is this?
Did you feel it spread, or is this all in my head?
I don’t know. Here we go
Strum, write, harmonize. Repeat.
The lines of the first verse easily come together. Words materialize with ease as they build into the pre-chorus, chorus, and bridge. The lyrics are flying out of me as I fall deeper into my musical flow state.
When I get into this stage of writing, it’s like the world falls away and all that’s left are notes floating in the air, waiting to be plucked and placed on the staff lines where they belong on the sheet.
There is no stopping me until I’m done.
Your wild eyes, keep catching mine and pull me down under
Ocean blue, forest green.
You’re more than any lover
The flame you lit, there is no cover
Heat grows between my thighs
Let us cross the line, beautiful surrender
We could blaze forever
A mix of euphoria and adrenaline runs through my veins as I strum the last chord. I’ve never written a song that quickly. All the pieces just fell into place for this one, and I can feel it down to my bones. This song is something.
It’s different from the songs I usually sing. These lyrics are all my own. They come from deep-seated emotions that stem from one thing, one person, making them more real. Raw.
When I open my eyes, standing in my dressing room and looking like sex incarnate is the man himself. My inspiration.
Elijiah Miller.
He’s here.
