I want to pleasure, bewitch and enchant you
I am no love doctor. I don’t know what the best sex positions are or how to put a man in a ka-bottle or how to tame a cheating husband or even how to get the man you like to ask you out. I don’t know a thing about French, Italian, North Korean or South Sudanese kisses.
But I know that when I love, I want to do it like Prince did his music, give all of me. Share the gift of me, the pleasure that is me with those who life has cast my way. So that when I am gone, my magic, kindness and awesomeness will live on in them.
That because of me, they too, will share that which is within them. I want for people, when they say she was a great lover, to mean it because they experienced it and get goose bumps every time they think of me. If for some strange reason you still don’t know who Prince is, the next paragraph is for you.
Last week, musician and icon, Prince Rogers Nelson died. He was only 57 years old, so yes, he went too soon. I didn’t know him very well or even appreciate him enough. All I knew was a couple or more songs and then his hair and special sense of style and enigmatic performances. But then he died and for some reason, I felt a strong sense of loss. Most of my friends didn’t even know who the guy was or care for that matter.
In mourning, I played his music and watched some of his performances on Youtube and boy did I relish them. He was not a perfect man. He was quite lustful. They say his appetite for sex was unquenchable. And then there was his dress code. At some concerts I think he wore what looked like boob-tubes and tights and then a bikini. He’d so easily pass for a bisexual (he might even have been one).
Then there is the fact that a few days before his death, he had been treated for a serious drug over-doze although the official statement put out to fans was that he had a case of severe flu.
So yes, Prince was far from what you would set as a role model for your children. But after getting past the moralism and self-righteousness, you will see the gold in this promiscuous drug addict.
He gave of himself, left his soul in his music. He imprinted his soul’s DNA in his work. I don’t know if it was the drugs, but Prince’s performances were electric.
Music, if you don’t appreciate it beyond twerking to the beats and lyrics will pass you by and you might think people like me are wannabes. But if you, like me, get doused in the magic that music is, then you would know how I feel when I listen to songs like Diamonds and pearls or Purple rain. To call it ecstatic is to dilute such a divine feeling.
Therefore, I’d like to be like Prince. I’d like for those who encounter me to be bewitched by my soul. To have my DNA imprinted in their lives. I’d like to give me to them. I think only then can you say that you have lived. When the magic in you has enchanted those in your world.
I want to be taken and relished. I am pretty sure our creator did not intend for us to pleasure our own selves or score own goals. We were made to be enjoyed, to inspire things so deep, to stir hearts, to change lives even if it lasts for just a minute.
