Sound-Track Sex

A few weeks ago, I bought a little sound system for our bedroom.  My sister convinced me that music will add a “magical new dimension” to love making.  Odd that Steve and I wouldn’t have had music in our bedroom since day one seeing as we are both musicians.  But there you have it.  We didn’t.  Now we do.

The night of the purchase, I realized that I hadn’t had the foresight at the store to find “magical love making” music to play.  So I scoured the house, looking for just the right thing.  We have a lot of music to choose from, but still, I found nothing.  However, I remembered that earlier in the week, I had put aside a CD my son was going to throw out:  Celtic Magic.  Well, I thought, that might just work, if for no other reason than for the title.

“I found something, honey!”  I whispered (the kids were home), “We can hit the sack now!”  We both eagerly got into bed, I pushed play and away we went.  Well.  Celtic music, no matter how magical, just didn’t lend itself well, for us, to the task(s) at hand.  I mean, it was nice, but it did not meet expectations.  (However, it’s not a bad idea to have music, any music, playing if you have sex while the teenagers are still awake)

I knew what kind of music I wanted.  Romantic sound-track kind of stuff.  Music where I can feel like the heroine of some tragic beautiful love story.  And I found it:  the sound track from The Secret Garden.

So we tried it out.  Ohh, it was tender, and beautiful.  The music truly worked its magic…it provoked in me a sense of overwhelming love for Steve…it almost brought me to tears.  Ohhh, how beautiful our love is and how I love to love this man….  When the music ended and we snuggled, I cooed “Ohhh, honey, that was wonderful.”

“Yes,” he said, “It was great.”  Pause. Pause.  “The only thing was, well, for me there were just too many songs in a minor key.”