Strum

Davion laid back on their living room couch, guitar In his hands, waiting for Sonnie to finish freshening up. He sighed blissfully as he took in the sight of the room.

The cream-colored walls, the fuchsia lights hanging across the ceiling, the painting of the Sakura tree on the eastern wall (despite Sonnie saying differently). It took a bit of time to get to this moment, but they were here, after all that was said and done, they were home.

They made a home.

The thought of it made the big man's heart swell with pride and appreciation.

He closed his eyes and sighed as he began to strum his instrument, evoking a gentle high pitch sound.

His instinct and imagination guided his repeated strums, as he envisioned her visage through melody.

First thing was her beautiful face. Oval in shape with deep black eyes, thick brows, full lips, prominent nose, and cocoa skin.

Next, his fingers found a deeper tone, powerful and sensual, and his mind began to create her bodily being with each strum she became clearer.

The width of her hips and the shapely swell of her breast.

The curves of her waist and the firm build of her torso.

Her small yet deadly feet, long and supple legs, and gaze stealing buttocks; along with her strong and toned arms.

As he added more pitches and sounds, his imaginative muse began to come alive in a multitude of expressions.

Her cool and gentle smile with the slightest of nods of her head.

The sly smiles when she has an idea or when she's in a teasing mood.

The excited ones. The shy ones.

The loving one...Oh, how he loved that one, full of adoration and pride.....

All added a depth of sweetness to his sound.

He could see her move as the rhythm and structure began to build.

The small sideways nod of her head with the tapping of her arm during the beginning build-up, followed by a gentle sway of her upper torso to match his light rhythm.

His imaginative Sonnie started to tap her left palm on her stomach as her hips began to sway and rotate in tandem with his music as it added sensual depth.

He watched his muse perform for him and his music.

Through kicks, spins, dips, and sways all according to the mix of high pitched and deep-toned strums of his digits on the string instrument.

Her smiles; loving, fun-filled, and seductive; all urged him to play, making him fall for the true Sonnie more.

She was art in motion, music made flesh, deepest, and more heartfelt emotion given form. Strength, love, passion, and wanting, come to life, just as he always saw her either in his mind or in the real.

As he began to feel the climax of his song, a repeated sequenced medium-deep and a low-pitched rhythm at a soft tempo, the muse Connie strutted towards him. Steps as powerful as they were seductive, meant to keep his attention on her, a flirtatious smile and adoring gaze on her face. He swore he was getting lost in the music and the mental imagery, as he felt her sit by him with her knees under her.

The feeling of her hands pulling his head close to her, the giggle of her voice, and the sweet fullness of her lips on top of his proved him wrong but didn’t break his playing. Even when he kissed her a bit deeper, inciting a moan from his real-life muse. When they broke and she rested his head on her chest in a snuggle is when he opened his eyes, and saw the real thing, twirling his hair, looking at him like her own boon.

“You’re so much prettier than what I can imagine.”

Sonnie could only giggle at her love drunk music man as he finished his song for her.