[jp] lynyrd skynyrd lyrics
NOTE: The melodies Ryder is playing are inspired by this solo.
Go find a woman and youll find love,
And dont forget son,
There is someone up above.
The night air is cool, not cold as he sits on the sill of his open bedroom window with Penny in his arms and Alegria asleep in his bed. His hands move with a mind of their own as he makes love to his girl for the second time that night, this time joining with one of wood and wire instead of flesh and blood.
There’s no tape recorder and no audience, just the shadows and the stars as his audience while his fingers find quiet, stirring notes that pass from his empty mind to his fingers, never touching the darker reaches of his heart and soul.
As above, so below.
He’s not a big believer in Heaven, even though he’s pledged his life to a god and his heart to a goddess. Still, he feels like he could touch it here as the scales roll out of him with pitch perfect accuracy and an attention to his emotions that makes his spirit soar free. It’s golden, it’s beauty, beauty that belongs to him…
…just like the beauty that crept out of bed without him hearing and slides her hands over his bare arms, cheek warm against his shoulder as she rests her head there gently. Her hair smells of wildflowers and him, which isn’t surprising given how often he loves to hide his face there no matter how much he’s been drinking or smoking or sweating.
His fingers don’t miss a beat as his attention wanders, his head turning to kiss the top of hers before he leans into her gentle touch.
“Another woman has driven you from my arms.”
“S’ just a fling.”
“Shhh! You’ll hurt her feelings!”
He grins at the laughter in her voice as she teases him about his divided affections, knowing the line is a blurry one. When she’s with him, he can play without thinking, can sit back and witness the formation of the melodies like a spectator. What’s as natural as breathing, as natural as loving her, becomes as natural as simply existing when her hands are on his skin, her voice beside his ear or in his head.
Her fingers run through his hair, which is thicker than usual. “You could use a haircut.”
He shrugs, leaning into her touch as his fingers slide down three octaves and he continues his scales. “Maybe. Like it long?”
“It would grow coarse…an afro, I believe.”
Another shrug, another chord. “Could be interesting.”
“I just might like to see that, my love.”
Nodding in agreement, he turned back to his guitar and focused again, trying to catch hold of the melody as she gently rubbed his shoulders and nuzzled his jaw. The song and the sweet sensations brought heat to his skin and stirred his desire again. He didn’t know if it was some power she had, or if it was just her power as a woman, but it never got him harder faster than when she tried to seduce him while he was playing…
Trading mistresses again, he turned to catch Alegria’s lips with his as he set his guitar down and reached for her, standing up and moving away from the window as he pulled her into his arms and gently pushed the borrowed shirt she wore off her shoulders and onto the floor again…
Muse: Mays Ryder
Fandom: Highlander (OC)
Words: 558
Go find a woman and youll find love,
And dont forget son,
There is someone up above.
The night air is cool, not cold as he sits on the sill of his open bedroom window with Penny in his arms and Alegria asleep in his bed. His hands move with a mind of their own as he makes love to his girl for the second time that night, this time joining with one of wood and wire instead of flesh and blood.
There’s no tape recorder and no audience, just the shadows and the stars as his audience while his fingers find quiet, stirring notes that pass from his empty mind to his fingers, never touching the darker reaches of his heart and soul.
As above, so below.
He’s not a big believer in Heaven, even though he’s pledged his life to a god and his heart to a goddess. Still, he feels like he could touch it here as the scales roll out of him with pitch perfect accuracy and an attention to his emotions that makes his spirit soar free. It’s golden, it’s beauty, beauty that belongs to him…
…just like the beauty that crept out of bed without him hearing and slides her hands over his bare arms, cheek warm against his shoulder as she rests her head there gently. Her hair smells of wildflowers and him, which isn’t surprising given how often he loves to hide his face there no matter how much he’s been drinking or smoking or sweating.
His fingers don’t miss a beat as his attention wanders, his head turning to kiss the top of hers before he leans into her gentle touch.
“Another woman has driven you from my arms.”
“S’ just a fling.”
“Shhh! You’ll hurt her feelings!”
He grins at the laughter in her voice as she teases him about his divided affections, knowing the line is a blurry one. When she’s with him, he can play without thinking, can sit back and witness the formation of the melodies like a spectator. What’s as natural as breathing, as natural as loving her, becomes as natural as simply existing when her hands are on his skin, her voice beside his ear or in his head.
Her fingers run through his hair, which is thicker than usual. “You could use a haircut.”
He shrugs, leaning into her touch as his fingers slide down three octaves and he continues his scales. “Maybe. Like it long?”
“It would grow coarse…an afro, I believe.”
Another shrug, another chord. “Could be interesting.”
“I just might like to see that, my love.”
Nodding in agreement, he turned back to his guitar and focused again, trying to catch hold of the melody as she gently rubbed his shoulders and nuzzled his jaw. The song and the sweet sensations brought heat to his skin and stirred his desire again. He didn’t know if it was some power she had, or if it was just her power as a woman, but it never got him harder faster than when she tried to seduce him while he was playing…
Trading mistresses again, he turned to catch Alegria’s lips with his as he set his guitar down and reached for her, standing up and moving away from the window as he pulled her into his arms and gently pushed the borrowed shirt she wore off her shoulders and onto the floor again…
Muse: Mays Ryder
Fandom: Highlander (OC)
Words: 558