Okay....I'm pretty sure In The Closet was recorded in 1991, soooo....here we are in 1991!
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"Evonne, say it with more passion. Like you’re whispering something you want only him to hear and no one else. Make it mystical and sexy,” Bruce Swedien coaxed from the soundboard.
“Sorry… just a little self-conscious, you know?” I said.
“We can dim the lights if you like?”
“Would you, please?”
“Bruce, maybe she’d feel better if it were just me in here. I’ll take care of the mixing for a while?” Michael politely suggested from the couch sitting behind the soundboard.
“Sure, Mike. Make it good,” Bruce called over his shoulder as he momentarily exited the room.
Michael stepped inside the recording room and walked over to me after dimming the lights to a faint glow.
“I’m sorry… I’ve never done this before, it’s difficult. Especially when you’re nervous. I should give you more credit. It’s not as easy as you make it look!” I said.
“Well, not to sound arrogant or anything… But it’s really easy for me. But only because I’ve had so much practice,” He said, smiling and putting his hands lightly on my shoulders from behind. “Just take a deep breath.”
I breathed.
“Now run the lyrics through your mind again.”
I closed my eyes and did as he said.
There’s something I have to say to you…
If you promise you’ll understand.
I felt his hands rubbing my shoulders.
I cannot contain myself…
He softly stroked my arms up and down then mimicked the motions on my hips as he rested his chin on my shoulder.
When in your presence, I’m so humbled.
Touch me. Don’t hide our love…
Woman to man.
He kissed my neck.
“Okay,” I said, letting him know I was done. He rubbed my thighs ever so slowly.
“Now say it like you’re talking to me. I’ll help you,” He whispered, gently brushing my hair to hang over my right shoulder so he could plant another tender kiss.
I wondered how I’d ever be able to speak properly into the microphone with him turning me on like he was.
“There’s something I have to say to you… If you promise you’ll understand…”
I gasped as he tugged at my skin with his teeth.
“Keep going, you’ve got it, I can hear it,” Michael softly encouraged, continuing to feast on me.
“I cannot contain myself. When in your presence, I’m so humbled. Touch me. Don’t hide our love, woman to man…”
Michael turned me around in his arms.
“Perfect,” He breathed, claiming my lips and making me come apart.
I grabbed his beautiful face and deepened the kiss.
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