There are certain types of sex appeal that are difficult to understand. You see people swoon over a particular celebrity, a fashion trend, or accent and it’s just confounding. I’ve met women who think Liam Neeson’s accent is the sexiest voice of all time. I don’t get it. However, when I see a rock star attract women by the dozens, I totally understand.
Rock stars are sexy. That’s just a fact. What they do, how they do it, and how they carry themselves just checks so many boxes with respect to sex appeal. Their music gets people moving in a sexy way. Their voice entices people with sexy, poetic tone. Their movements on a stage, sweating and yelling with a passion, just resonates with the loins of anyone there to see it.
Stories about rock stars exploiting their sex appeal is nothing new. Some of those stories have become modern day legends. Again, I totally understand. They’re rich, they’re talented, and they’re almost expected to be decadent party animals. People are going to want to be around them, especially members of the opposite sex. It might as well be a law of physics.
While the sex appeal of rock stars is beyond dispute, I think there are deeper sensual forces at work here. It’s not just about music, parties, or having a good time. Rock stars have this aura about them that defies description almost as much as it soaks panties. They have a persona and a presence that helps them do what they do. I believe that this factors heavily in their sex appeal.
Most of us will never be rock stars, but that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate the power of their appeal. With this Daily Sexy Musing, I seek to celebrate this uncanny spectacle that makes so many dance, swoon, and cheer. Enjoy!
Their voice is loud.
Their movements are intense.
Their words are poetic.
Their rhythm is infectious.
We all take it in. The lights, the cheers, and spectacle of it all creates an experience like no other. It’s one we can share in large crowds. From a dingy club to a huge stadium, the show takes many forms in multiple scales. It all centers around them. They captivate us, drawing us under their influence and power.
They are rock stars.
They are rock gods.
Like any deity, they command worship and praise. We give it willingly. There’s no need for prayer or sacrifice. They offer it to us like a gift. Their talent, drive, and energy ignites the experience. It also ignites something intimate inside us.
We feel it in our hearts, but it quickly spreads to our loins. With rhythm and movement comes heat and arousal. Like a beacon or a siren, it summons us from afar and we willingly follow. Just hearing the music fills us with desire. Getting closer to the source is like getting close to the sun. The heat is almost too much.
Even so, we brave it.
To be near a star is to risk more heat.
To be with that star is to share in the flame.
We are willing captives, drawn to rhythmic musings of melody and song. Rock stars are the spark, but we are the fuel that eagerly spreads the flame. Fantasy and reality may often blur, but the persona and the music are real. In both our passions and our loins, we make share in its power.