I
Planted a garden.
Took a few years
To see it's fruition.
Now, through my mind
A goddess walks
To the beat of my music.

We are artists.
A dancer
And a harpist.
We make sweet beauty together.
And in love we became one.
More than music and motion,
More than artistic persons,
More than our expressions.
In truth we became intimacy
At it's peak.
We've weaved a universe
That only exists between
Your footsteps and my harps strings,
And between the electric touches
And our star hearts gravity.
It's a unique cosmic
Where we match frequencies,
Vibrations becoming sensations
That are neon colored vibrant
And I paint a picture with my hands
Of her
Every curve brushed by fingertips
And lips
And I'm caressed by hers ardent.
We fill up our world with art
And fiery passion
With intimate dance
And  sweet music.

Every musician
has his/her inspiration
For every improv and performance,
And every composer their
Muse for every composition.
I thank God that mine
Is constantly in mind
So I can produce music that can define
Her.
Because it's useless trying
With just words.

I sleep tight
Body and soul wrapped up in her arms
I rest assured
Knowing I'll wake up in her warmth
I'm comfortable in her presence
Fully relaxed I give up all the tension
And sink into her thick and sweet scent
Her soft and smooth moreno skin
And closing my weary eyes
Resting upon her *****
The starry night
becomes a simple perfection.