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.