So I’m just going to go right out and say it … because there is absolutely no way (unless I’m a monkey’s uncle) that anyone can hear Def Leppard’s song “Pour Some Sugar On Me,” and not have their mind drift to the well … to the erotic. Am I right? You know I’m right. Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it from a sensual standpoint. Don’t tell me it made you think of cookies and cakes or sugar plums or bread pudding. And don’t tell me you think Keith Urban’s single about “backseat freedom” is in reference to the time before seat belts. I mean really? (Yes, I’m going somewhere with this.)
Pour some sugar on me …
According to the Urban Dictionary, and anyone old enough to have their minds start thinking of what words can imply (i.e. a simile) rather than just the literal meaning (I mean hey, no one literally wants sugar poured on them—that sounds like medieval torture), “Pour some sugar on me” is a metaphor for any sexual preference you care to enjoy. So see, it’s not just me … it’s the rest of the grownup world too.
This post is not about sex … it’s about music
Funny thing is, a few months back I wrote a post about how I had just written my first sex scene (don’t go looking for it here, it’s for a book you heathen). That post was not about sex, nor is this one. I SWEAR. But it is kinda funny how the theme seems to keep popping up … because it seems all my playlists have songs that talk about sex, in one way or another. I mean what’s going on with music these days? Let alone in the 80s when Def Leppard ruled the airwaves.
And for the record, while the photos of people having sex on a beach might be hot, the whole thought if it seems a bit like having sugar poured on me … medieval torture. I mean the sand? Come on. Talk about uncomfortable. BTW, I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. Dark chocolate is good with red wine, good with strong coffee, good when it’s shaved and dusted over the top of a chocolate martini, but other than that, I’m just not much of sweet girl—literally, and … well, figuratively. But you’ve probably already figured that out by now.
DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox