When your body language sings

I love your soul,

your rhythm & blues,

every genre of music your body sings when your hips talk.

As I try to learn the words to your tunes,

I’m still swoon by your moves.

The swaying of your hips,

like spicy salsa stepping and spinning around my mind.

The jazzy sensuality of your curves play on repeat while you arch your back a rock your body to the sonata of intimacy.

Cool, calming ASMR on the fringes of my senses lead me to chorus with your auras. Vocalizing with you vocal side

and sizing up your range,

so I know how high to take your pitch before I climax with bass.

From your low tones to your high hats,

I love every octave of your soul.

Pitch perfect and pretty with poised play style, you’re able to produce clear sound and vision in a world that has fallen out of tune with nature.

Out of key with with empathy

and off beat with each other.

Still your heart keeps a steady, metronomic sustain.

A true virtuoso of life and love.

A choreographer of sensuality

and the director of my hearts orchestra.

Through the crescendos

and de-crescendos of my emotional scale, you remain tonal in your handling of my symphony.

And for that, I thank you, maestro.