“This song has to be perfect. It has to show Melissa the way she makes me feel. How I love the way her skin is so warm and soft. The way her breasts concentrate that sensation in two lovely mounds. The way the exquisite tension builds when I hold her tight, peaking as I slide inside her. I want to share how I feel with everyone, but I need her to know.
“Good thing I’ve got my guitar in my lap right now. I can’t wait until tonight.
“Where do I start? It’s tough to write love songs without being sappy or sounding like every other guy. “You’re like a spring day. You carry my heart away. You make me happy and gay.” Yuck. Similes are so mechanical. I need a metaphor that works. Something more subtle. “Waves roll over me, carry me away. I wash up on the beach, where sunshine rules the day.”
“You know, I could just say it. “You make me hard.” Well, maybe a bit classier than that. But straightforward, honest, sharp description. Make it real. Leave the dressier language for another time. Yeah, that’s the way to go.
“I hope she likes it.”