I’ve Got This Burnin’ Yearnin’ Yearnin’ Feelin’ Inside Me

 

Her friends see him standing against the wall.  She looks over then looks away.

“May I have this dance?”

Her friends are laughing.  It might be the drinks or his accent.  Probably both.

 

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to, run away

He makes room for them in the middle of the packed dance floor.

I’ve got to, get away

He looks her directly in the eye.  She looks right back.

From the pain you drive into the heart of me

They sway, finding their rhythm.

The love we share

There.

Seems to go nowhere…

They smile.

Once I ran to you, now I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you

His polished shoes kick out the bass line.

Take my tears and that’s not nearly all

Her high heels echo, then blur the line.

Tainted love
Tainted love

“I can’t hear you!” she yells.

Now I know I’ve got to, run away
I’ve got to, get away
You don’t really want any more from me

He takes her hands.

To make things right

“Per fare le cose per bene….”

“Italiano?”

You need someone to hold you tight…

“Yes.”

They’re jostled, bumped into each other.

Don’t touch me please

She moves away, slightly.

I cannot stand the way you tease

He takes off his cufflinks.

I love you though you hurt me so

Bodies glisten in the heat.

Now I’m gonna pack my things and go

She holds her hair off her neck.  He rolls up his sleeves.

Tainted love, tainted love
Tainted love, tainted love

Four, five people almost knock her over.  He holds her steady.

Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love

Aspetta.”

Tainted love, tainted love
Tainted love, tainted love

Standing still, the crowd bounces them inches off the floor.

Baby, baby

They fall back into step.

Where did our love go

Dove ha fatto il nostro amore va…”

Oh, don’t you leave me
Don’t you leave me no more

She turns, he follows.

I’ve got this burnin’ yearnin’ yearnin’ feelin’ inside me

He prowls around her, a slow back beat.

Oh, deep inside me
And it hurts so bad

The air is thick, hazy.

You came into my life
So tenderly

His eyes shine, wet black sapphire.

With a burning love
That stings like a bee

He touches her bare ring finger.  “Marito?”

She shakes her head.

And now that I’m surrounded

His skin gleams red, purple, blue.

So helplessly

“Amante?”

She laughs.

You know I believe, you wanna leave me

They spin, sway, among shirts, handbags, strewn across the floor.

Oh, baby, baby
Where did our love go

“Dove ha fatto il nostro amore va…”

Oh, don’t you leave me
Don’t you leave me no more

He comes closer.

Oh, baby, baby
Where did our love go

Their movements mirror each other.

Oh, don’t you leave me
Don’t you leave me no more

His gaze locks with hers.

You came into my life
So tenderly

His forearm brushes her wrist.

With a burning love
That stings like a bee

Fragrance envelopes them.

And now that I’m surrounded
So helplessly

Spicy, slightly tang.

You know I believe, that you wanna leave me
Oh, baby, baby

Shadows along his jawline.

Oh, baby, baby
Don’t you leave me no more

Lightly floral, a whisper of musk.

I’ve got this burnin’ burnin’ yearnin’
Feelin’ inside me

Hidden behind her earlobes.

Oh, deep inside me
And it hurts so bad

A small mole.

Baby baby baby

At the base of his throat.

Where did our love go

He takes her hand.

Oh, don’t you leave me
Don’t you leave me no more

Opening her palm.

And now that I’m surrounded, so helplessly
You know I believe, you wanna leave me

Lightly tracing.

Oh, baby
Baby

A tingling trail.

Where did our love go
Where did our love go

Over, across, around, lines and ridges.

Where, where, where

Mapping her life.

Now that I’m surrounded

He leans over.

Oh, so helplessly

His breath is warm caramel.

You know I believe, that you wanna leave me
Baby
Where did our love go, where did our love go
Where, where, where…

Cool metal presses to her skin.

I’ve got this burnin’ burnin’ yearnin’ feelin’ inside me
Oh
Deep inside me

Folding her fingers over his cufflinks.

And it hurts so bad

He holds her hand between his.

Baby
Baby

~

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Lyrics in italics from:  “Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go,” performed by Soft Cell.
Written by:  “Tainted Love,” by Ed Cobb in 1964.  “Where Did Our Love Go,”by Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier, Edward Holland Jr. in 1964.

Video posted to youtube by user Michael Kane

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18 thoughts on “I’ve Got This Burnin’ Yearnin’ Yearnin’ Feelin’ Inside Me

  1. I don’t know how you continue to top yourself, Danica, but somehow you do. I absolutely love the format you’ve chosen here (both the way the post is laid out and the co-mingling of story with song lyrics). You even had me using Google Translate and smiling at the results. Be very proud of the work you’ve done here, and I hope to see something similar in the future (even though you probably don’t want to repeat yourself). Vi auguro una buona giornata. 😀

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    1. Thank you so much, Rich! I’m thrilled that you like this one. I like writing stories set to music and think of it as a soundtrack. This one weaves the story with the song lyrics rather tightly and I enjoyed that challenge. The end result isn’t what I’d planned when I set out and I wasn’t altogether happy with it — I’d planned on a different evolution and ending, but I’ve learned to go with what wants to be written. While this format is fun for me I also want to do justice to the songs and songwriters, especially when the song is among my favorites. That process might help me take my writing up a notch.
      I’ll probably write more stories in this format. In the meantime, I have a sketch for another story set to music and it’s a little different in that all the lyrics don’t weave so tightly through the story. We’ll see, maybe one method is better than the other.
      Grazie e buona giornata troppo. 🙂

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  2. Kevin

    Another wonderful, titillating, evocative little vignette, done Danica style. (When I read it a second time, my brain replaced Soft Cell with Roxy Music’s “Dance Away” – lyrics notwithstanding).

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    1. Thanks very much, Kevin! How intriguing! I’m going to look at this one with “Dance Away” in mind.
      Coincidentally, another story has been appearing in the mist for me…I can’t define it yet. But the songs that have been echoing are “More Than This”, “Avalon” and “Slave To Love”….

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    1. Thank you for the wonderful compliment! That’s a great question. It’s probably a mix…I love a good story and my imagination is pretty active. I also try to get to the heart of things, to reveal truths. This one is a mix of memories and my attempt to describe what it is to click with someone in a crowded room, on the dance floor, in an instant, then to fall into something beyond that click.
      I’m so glad you like it.

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  3. Groovy
    I like to incorporate music into my fiction (as u have seen/heard!)
    Certain music can invigorate my own creative impulses – inspire particular scenes as well
    Isn’t it great to include music on our site?!
    What next from Danica’s jukebox we wonder?
    Cheers!

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    1. That’s so true about music! I’ve absolutely enjoyed your fiction infused with music and look forward to more.
      The jukebox is crammed full and it’s hard to know what will drop next….
      Wishing you a most groovy weekend! 😉

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