The trouble with this topic is that the music that I like to listen to the most when I'm gettin' hot and heavy is occasionally different from the music that grabs my train of thought from whatever mundane direction it was headed in and shoves it into the gutter.

For listening while doing, Nine Inch Nails wins hands down. I can't really explain it... there's better dance/bump & grind music out there, there is better industrial with liquid bass lines that make me want to melt, there are better rock bands with better singers, and well, just about anybody can write better once they graduate from junior high. But boy if that Trent fellow can't make me cream up in a hurry.

I dunno... maybe it's just cause "Kinda I Want To" and "The Only Time" were my theme songs for such a long time, I just have a psychosomatic response. Others that work the magic are "The Becoming," "Reptile," "The Day the World Went Away," "The Wretched," "Looking Forward to Joining You, Finally" and "The Perfect Drug."

Kinda, I Want To
Nine Inch Nails

i can't shake this feeling from my head.
there's a devil sleeping in my bed.
he's watching you from across the way.
i cannot make this feeling go away

i know it's not the right thing.
and I know it's not the good thing.
but kinda i want to

i'm not sure of what i should do.
when everything i'm think of is you.
all of my excuses turn to lies.
maybe God will cover up his eyes

i know it's not the right thing.
and I know it's not the good thing
but kinda i want to

maybe just for tonight.
we can pretend it's alright.
what's the price i'll pay
i don't care what they say.
i want to.
i want to (i'll take my chance tonight)

The Only Time
Nine Inch Nails

i'm drunk.
but right now i'm so in love with you.
and i don't want to think too much about what we should or shouldn't do.
lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars.
while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car.

nothing quite like the feel of something new.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up in you.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up in you.
maybe i'm all messed up.
this is the only time i really feel alive.
this is the only time i really feel alive.

i swear.
i just found everything i need.
the sweat in your eyes the blood in your veins are listening to me.
well i want to drink it up and swim in it until i drown.
my moral standing is lying down.

nothing quite like the feel of something new.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up in you.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up.
maybe i'm all messed up in you.
maybe i'm all messed up.
this is the only time i really feel alive.
this is the only time i really feel alive.

i can't help thinking Christ never had it like this

Then there's the sort of music that creeps in through my headphones and into my brain while I'm innocently working away and slowly takes over my thought process until all I can smell is sweat and flesh and feel fabric move lightly over my skin and I can't wait to get home and pounce on my boyfriend.

Again, I can't figure out which is the song that says it more clearly. "Thinking of You" by A Perfect Circle clearly goes straight to the heart of obsession, but it's post-coital (and a little disturbing). "All Mine" by Portishead is a tantalizing look ahead. And the B&D references don't hurt.

Thinking of You
A Perfect Circle
Lying all alone and restless
unable to lose this image
sleepless, unable to focus on
anything but your surrender

Tugging a rhythm to the vision that's in my head
Tugging a beat to the sight of you lying
So delighted with a new understanding
Something about a little evil that makes that
Unmistakable noise I was hearing
Unmistakable sound that I know so well
Spent and sighing with a look in your eye
Spent and sighing with a look on your face like

Sweet revelation sweet surrender
sweet, sweet surrender
Surrender...

Tugging a rhythm to the vision that's in my head
Tugging a beat to the sight of you lying
So delighted with a new understanding
Something about a little evil that makes that
Unmistakable noise I was hearing
Unmistakable sound that I know so well
Spent and sighing with a look in your eye
Spent and sighing with a look on your face like

Sweet revelation sweet surrendering
Sweet revelation sweet

Thinking of you, thinking
Thinking of you, Thinking of you, Thinking of you, thinking...

Sweet revelation sweet surrendering
Sweet revelation

All Mine
Portisehead
All the stars may shine bright
All the clouds may be white
But when you smile
Ohh how I feel so good
That I can hardly wait

To hold you
Enfold you
Never enough
Render your heart to me

All mine.......
You have to be

From that cloud, number nine
Danger starts the sharp incline
And such sad regrets
Ohh as those starry skies
As they swiftly fall

Make no mistake
You shan't escape
Tethered and tied
There's nowhere to hide from me

All mine....
You have to be

Don't resist
We shall exist
Until the day I die
Until the day I die

All mine.......
You have to be

(Incidendtaly, the absolutely most horrible, wrong song I have ever heard was an uderground (I hope!) remix that wove Tori's "Me and a Gun" with a Madonna song (don't know which but one of the refrains is "Put Your Hands all Over my Body"). Thought you weren't angry enough today, so I decided to share.)

Obvious Answers:
Tori Amos: Leather (well, and most of TVaB's Orbiting)
They Might be Giants: don't be silly they're strictly PG.