Lusty music playing tricks on me?

Tonight the heat is almost unbearable and I am NOT only talking about this absurd room temperature (almost 30°C which can only be called ridiculous).
And since I can't seem to find any sleep at all again, writing at least eases my mind; relief is sure to come and if I'm lucky sleep will follow on its heels.

I'm quite a mess tonight: exhausted, dissatisfied, tense, longing. Sleep deprivation and constant heat can be hard to endure but...I'm so overly aware of myself, focused somehow.

Two words keep racing through my all too aware mind: passion and devotion. Maybe I'm too tired (and thus too weak) to fight these words, these emotions back. It's just that I truly can't, I'm dwelling on them...
I associate these powerful emotions with certain hours spent, and with a song by Jamie Cullum I can't stop listening to, can't just stop drinking in until I'm literally drowning:



It's really the whole song, but the first two lines of the second verse are killing me again and again and again...

"I said baby, baby are you ready cause it's getting close
Don't you feel the passion ready to explode"

Everything seems to be too much, too heavy: the percussive sound, Jamie's (incredibly hoarse) voice, those hours spent they so easily resemble, that person who mesmerized me so long ago.

When I was eighteen, I was already convinced that I fully understood what being passionate and devoted meant. Now, however, listening to this song and remembering quietly, I see that I wasn't even able to grasp the raw energy true passion is bound to. It's more about letting go and falling endlessly, and thoroughly so. It's about never getting enough, devouring each other, forgetting the time, the place, and the whole world. Nobody said it would be romantic, now did they? To me, it feels raw. It's insane, it's intense, and I want even more of it.

Yes, right. Now I'm stuck on the whole devour-scenario, as if I needed THAT on top of the rest. Besides, dawn is already breaking and what am I doing? Lying on my bed...yearning, craving.
Yet I'm feeling slightly lifted (sure, I'm far beyond tired by now) - light-headed in a positive way. More songs are on my mind, very sensual and sexy tunes keeping my senses alert and busy. I should hand myself over to them.

One last line from the above song, first verse:

"Baby I must say your aura is incredible"

Yeah. And that scent, even more incredible and mouth-watering beyond sanity. I believe I have finally learned how to memorize scents. Great.

Sleep, I'm coming. Hopefully.

Goodnight.

If Dorian Gray met Edward Cullen...

...I believe they might get pretty nasty indeed.

And although I strongly believe Anne Rice flinches at the mere thought of sparkling vampires out at daytime, she might actually enjoy the thought of otherwise beautiful, alluring Edward slowly seducing even more beautiful, more alluring and definitely most voluptuous Dorian.

Don't get me wrong: it's not only about their combined unbearable beauty!
And MOST IMPORTANT: I'm talking about the book characters only. Forget about the actors (though Ben Barnes' eyes keep smoldering straight through every layer of resistance I might wear).

Edward acts and seems reasonably oldfashioned and painfully uptight at times, so I figure he is about the right person Dorian might be heading for; a challenge perhaps...I'm thinking about early, pre-murder Dorian who seeks challenges but is still too innocent and shy to simply take what he wants.
Edward is different here. He is the predator and I imagine him tearing poor Dorian almost apart to change him; Edward wouldn't dare touch Dorian at all as long he is human. But clever Dorian lures Edward into toothy action and Edward becomes the raw animal he truly is.

Now we have the perfect vampire couple (I as the author of these lines try to ignore the sparkles instead of burning to ashes in the sun). Let's do this in perfect Anne Rice style (I do adore her and her Vampire Chronicles!):
At night, Dorian and Edward hunt, talk, love together. They are seductive, civilized, and gorgeous. They are, however, NOT explicit, or dirty. They don't offend. Nobody can be aware of how very sexy and dangerous they are - until it is too late.

With all the malice and vices already set deep within Dorian before (thanks to Henry), he might impress even Lestat who'll probably go straight for him and snatch him out of Edward's (assumably tight) grasp. Edward, in turn, finds comfort in Armand's company until his bleeding soul is fully recovered.

...doesn't that sound nice enough? Even for all those Twilight haters out there?

Let's finish this mindgame with two typical lines - one spoken by Edward, one by Dorian:

"I'm the world's best predator, aren't I? Everything about me invites you in - my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!"

- Edward.

But even better, it always gives me the shivers:

"So you think that it is only God who sees the soul, Basil? Draw that curtain back, and you will see mine."

- Dorian.