DIE INTERIMSLIEBENDEN
By- Einsturzende Neubauten
Während nur eines Zungenschlags
gibt es Urknall und Wärmetod
vom roten Riesen bis zum weissen Zwerg
die ganze Skala
Mir fallen kosmische Dimensionen
aus dem Mund
in der Beschreibung eines Kusses
der Interimsliebenden
der Interimsliebenden
im Interim
Zwischen Mikrophon und Makrokosmos
zwischen Chaos und ohne Ziel
zwischen Plankton und Philosophie
zwischen Semtex und Utopie
gibt es sie
die Interimsliebenden
In ihrem gemeinsamen Mund
lebt ein Kolibri
Mit jedem seiner Flügelschläge
dafür das Auge viel zu träge
Kulturen erblühen und vergehen
ganze Kontinente untergehen
Hier gibt es keine harmlosen Worte
alle viel zu gross
und das einfachste Beispiel explodiert
in 10ˆ14 für
die Interimsliebenden
die Interimsliebenden
im Interim
Zwischen Zahnschmerz und Nelkenöl
zwischen Genesis und sixsixsix
zwischen c" und Vitamin C
zwischen ultramarin und maritim
sind Interimsliebende intim
die Interimsliebenden
im
INTERIM
Während nur eines Augenaufschlags
haben sie geputscht
die Regierung gestürzt
Parlament aufgelöst
haben Wahlen abgehalten
das Ergebnis annulliert
haben Wahlen wiederholt
sind letztendlich exiliert
von Geschichte ausradiert
Ich stapfe durch den Dreck bedeutender
Metaphern
Meta, Meta, Meta für Meter
mit Gesten viel zu breit
für die Interimsliebenden
die Interimsliebenden
sind Liebende im Interim
Zwischen temporär und Tempura
zwischen Seil- und Säbeltanz
zwischendurch und auf dem Meeresboden
zwischen Semtex und Utopie
liegen sie sich in den Armen
verschlingen aus Durst
das letzte bisschen Licht
Es gibt sie gestern nicht mehr
und morgen noch nicht
die Liebenden
die Interimsliebenden
Es gibt sie gestern nicht mehr
und morgen noch nicht
nicht wirklich
die Interimsliebenden
Es gibt sie gestern nicht mehr
und morgen noch nicht
Heather was driving home from a gig and kept playing the events of earlier over and over in her head. She had been thinking for a few years now how she was sick of how her husband was getting more and more apathetic about life in general but had been apathetic about sex for a couple years now. He hadn't touched her in almost a year and a half. When she had sex it was always with herself and she would think about her old friend from high school. She missed him terribly. When she saw that gif that said 'HIM' and all she could think of was Allen-Michael, she knew she needed to see him. They had talked about her needs and she trusted him with not just her life, but her heart as well. When she got off the ramp and turned down the street, she saw Allen-Michael's place of employment and had to stop.
"If he isn't there, I will just go on home to Bubby and forget the whole thing, but if he is there, I will take it as a sign that this is right…" she told herself.
She pulled up into the lot and went in. Much to her surprise, he was there and excited to see her. They talked for a bit and caught up on what the other had been up to. He asked her to come back later and she agreed.
At one in the morning, she was finally done at the grocery store and headed up to visit Allen-Michael. She parked her Jetta behind some trees, let him know she was out there and sat on the hood with a book and a drink to wait. A short while later he walked over to her and took her book out of her hands so he could set it down. He looked into her eyes and placed his hands on her knees and gently pushed them apart so he could step between them. She looked into his chocolate pools and felt herself melt. He raised his hand and with one finger traced her jaw line and on down her throat. She shivered and her eyes closed of their own volition. She moaned softly when he said her name. They had been lovers before, but it had been years. He slid his hand up to cup the back of her head and the other went around her to grab her ass and he pulled her closer so she was sitting on the edge of the car hood. She had to hold on to him so she didn't fall. His hand tightened around her hair and he positioned her head where he wanted it. Heather looked at him once again and saw a need there that appeared to mirror her own. She reached up and took his face in her hands and pulled him down and crashed her lips to his. There was nothing soft or sweet about it. There was a long ignored need there that they were both needing to fill. It was full of passion and heat. They pulled each other close and she whimpered as she felt his hand slide into her jeans. He was not shy, he knew what he wanted and did not let up until he made her cum. As he held her, shaking and out of breath, she asked him, "will … will you… please… be my Sir?"
"Yes, anything for you, Baby."
After she and her Sir spent another half hour almost having sex right there on the hood of her car, she had to leave and go home to her husband. On her way home, she thought about what she had done, and realized that for the first time in a while, she felt wanted. Heather couldn't wait until she got to see Sir again.