Our Love Is Music

He calls me Gorgeous every time I smile. Appreciating every dimple and beauty mark, admiring my elegance and style.

When his hands grace my skin, I am bound by desire; held captive in his firm grip. The contrast of my soft to his hardness is sublime..I feel like a “Natural Woman”. From the tip of my Afro’ to the soles of my feet, he has blessed every inch of me with kisses..with lips that ride the curve of his smile with divine precision. Those hands of his are patient yet dutiful, melting away my tension.

I had forgotten what falling in Love was, become unaccustomed to the binding force of chemistry, until he enraptured me in a world all our own; crafted from the labyrinth of our twisted Lover’s reality. It is so beautifully surreal, exquisite & extra ordinary; with no concept of time or sense of gravity. Inseparable. Even in our dreams we dwell together subconsciously. But this isnt Inception..rather the conception of real Love. And we are stagnant in the stillness of forever..Unbreakable..vibrating on the highest frequency. We are the muse of music; transcending time and undiscovered galaxies. Our Music is The Blues, sultry and slow, painting past and present pain with violin brush strokes. Jazz is the soundtrack to our frequent arguments, when in an instant we become indignant and crass. Our debates emulate the bold and brassy instruments; the way they cry out in silence-crushing rage, and then weep quietly as the notes fade into space, lying dormant until the moment the music elevates again! We are slaves to the rythym of indifference! Gospel softens our hearts and intwines our souls; rearing the roots and significance of our union, like an old Negro Spiritual. And although we are conscious of our collective Divinity, we still suffer in our respective roles as human beings; flawed and often failing in the pursuit of felicity. I am humbled by my mortal need for his approval and protection, while he is unafraid to admit the unequivocal sense of completion he’s found in our togetherness. So beneath the starlit cloak of night, we unrestrictedly make love to R&B. Our harmonious breathing is an intricate drum cadence, our moans the soothing vocals. Pure bliss is the pleasure that builds in the song’s bridge, and pure satisfaction is it’s explosive end. In all things..In Love..we are Music..the muse inspiring the Master Artist to compose. My dearest hope is that it continues to grow..that it evolves with the Elegance and Timelessness of Classical. – Yours Truly