Being in your shadow is like God kissing my soul being near you is vital to my existence, the fragrance of your thoughts is one I will forever shake my hips to. You are my muse for life, for love. The John to this Coltrane that used to be my heart, the Miles we travel no man knows only God, but the kind of blues we will see are tailored to our deliverance as a couple. When we struggle to pay bills you will still be my Cliff Huxtable when life gets hard and not you, I will be your Nina. Be my Darius the funk in my right thigh, tingle in my spine and laughter in my fingertips.