You know what the issue is, I'm feeling your vibes on a different level. Its like i'm the bass and you're the treble, playing our symbols to perfect tune, so the body of our work, sets the right mood. Playing our hearts out, in harmony as we move. Her hands set the pace, and our bodies fit the groove. You Love it rough, as much, as I Love it smooth. We never rush, to much, it ruins the mode. We on the same page, in the middle of the after noon. Got you hitting high notes, out of this world, and past the moon. A symphony a movement, with expressions that are true.  A rhythm devised by us, orchestrated by me and you. Picture perfect; credit way past due.