At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet,
And a freight train running through the middle of my head…
Only you can cool my desire…
~ Bruce Springsteen, I’m On Fire
As performed by Kate Tucker:
This is by far the sexiest version of this song I’ve ever heard.
WOW…..damn whens Bruce sings it…… my knee shake and thighs ache……..this did that AND made my panties wet.
*nodnodnod*
Mmmmhmmm… She nails it.
Ice cubes in the underwear have a similar result. But that’s not what you mean, I suspect.
And, oh yeah… that’s the mood I’ve been in non-stop for the last week. Argh, Yes. Oh, yes.
I melted an ice cube once.
Uh-huh…
That is exactly what I mean.
I had a handful of ice cubes shoved down my sweatpants while I was in the middle of REM sleep one night. That… wasn’t good. I should tell that story sometime.
Ice, ice, baby…
(Insert Vanilla Ice’s Bowie riff ripoff here.)
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