Lost & Found Blogfest and Battle of the Bands combo: K is for Kiss

Today is a special edition of Battle of the Bands because I’m combining it with the Lost & Found Valentine’s Edition blogfest, hosted by Arlee BirdGuilie CastilloElizabeth Seckman,Yolanda ReneeDenise Covey, and Alex J Cavanaugh. The blogfest is about love lost or love found. I’ve chosen to reprise a piece I wrote a few years ago during the A-Z Blogging Challenge. It’s a perfect piece for this blogfest and since it didn’t get much readership the last time, maybe this time will be different. Following this will be my Battle of the Bands, which ties in nicely to my piece.

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I wrote this about a mistake I made a few years ago. It’s titled “K is for Kiss”:

How I used to long for your kiss. Your soft lips knew how to speak to my body. Your kiss ignited my soul and set my heart ablaze. kissWe fell in love, though we knew we shouldn’t. All the hours and days and nights spent together turned the heat up on our love, especially those nights in front of the fireplace, the sultry sounds of Motown playing in the background and our love smoldering in the hot embers of our passion.

We knew this couldn’t last, but we were in too deep. The more time we spent together, the harder it got to be apart. We were hooked. And it was so amazing. It scared the shit out of both of us because no way could this last. It was too good to be true.

pencil sketch: You're the Best by Naleme

“You’re the Best” by Naleme (c2012-2014)

You used to joke when we’d be out somewhere that people could see us together and know immediately that we weren’t married because we were so happy! That was probably a true statement. We were, after all, living a fantasy. But God, it was an incredible whirlwind. 

And then reality hit. Like an unanticipated tornado. I’ll never forget that night. You paged me, I pulled over to use a pay phone on the side of a downtown street. It was misting rain but I didn’t care. I dialed and you picked up the phone. I think you started the conversation with “I’m sorry” and I knew. I felt a pit in my stomach. My hands were shaking. And as if on cue, the rain started to pound harder, just like my heart.


You said you had tried, but when you told them you were leaving, your kids cried and begged you to stay. And you said you owed it to them to stay. You had to at least try to make your marriage work.

“So this is it?” I asked.


I started to cry. I could hear the anguish in your voice. I know you heard the devastation in mine. The rain poured on me and I don’t know which was coming down harder, it or my tears. Alone in the Rain gif (http://i514.photobucket.com/albums/t350/anthonymuthu2008/AloneinteRain.gif) I stood at the phone booth, crying into the phone, while raindrops splattered down around me, just like my world at that moment. I heard you softly say, “I’m sorry” and then you gently placed the phone down on the receiver. I stood there holding the phone to my ear, the rain washing the salty tears from my face, listening to pellets of water pinging off the metal booth and the stinging sound of the dial tone as the finality sunk in. It was almost cinematic, that scene.

I heard you broke your sobriety after that night. And for that I’m so very sorry. I’m sorry for all of it. What a horrible path we chose to walk together, the whole torrid affair. Five lives crushed. I pray for forgiveness in one breath and yet in another I’m remembering that first time. I know it’s you who calls me and hangs up sometimes. I can tell by how gently the phone hangs up. It’s okay. I think of you too. Maybe in another life.

A few legitimate relationships later and I’ve found that I’m much happier alone. I decided I actually hate being in love. Love fucks with my head too much. It messes with my peace of mind. And that is something I simply can’t tolerate anymore. No way. Peace and freedom – they’re everything to me now.

Although I miss your amazing kiss, the ones I get now are of a whole other kind…and they’re ones that keep me sane. These kisses are way better for me. My heart has never been more full. I guess God forgave me after all.  

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-A kiss from Cleo  (me & Cleo 2013)

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Now for my Battle of the Bands:



The Song: (If Loving You is Wrong) I Don’t Want to Be Right:

This song was written by Stax Records songwriters Homer Banks, Carl Hampton and Raymond Jackson. It has been performed by many singers, most notably by Luther Ingram, whose version topped the R&B chart for four weeks and rose to number three on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1972.

The song is about an adulterous love affair, told from the point of view of either the mistress or the cheating spouse, depending on the gender of the performer. Regardless, both parties involved express their desire to maintain the affair, while at the same time acknowledging that the relationship is morally wrong.

Although it was first recorded by The Emotions and Veda Brown, those recordings were never released. Besides Luther Ingram, other notable singers to cover it include Isaac Hayes, Rod Stewart, Percy Sledge, Bobby “Blue” Bland, Barbara Mandrell, David Ruffin, LeAnn Rimes Renée Geyer, Ramsey Lewis, reggae singer Alton Ellis, Tom Jones, Cassandra Wilson, Nathan Cavaleri and Rania Zeriri. (Source: Wikipedia)



For today’s battle, I chose to pit LeAnn Rimes against Rod Stewart. Which one do you like better and why?

Contender #1:  LeAnn Rimes:


Contender #2:  Rod Stewart:


Time to vote! Tell me which version you like and why you chose that version. And when you’re done voting, please visit these other BOTB participants and check out their cool battles. Be sure to visit the other Lost & Found Valentine’s Edition Blogfest participants too! The list is below the BOTB participants.

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