PERFECT STRINGS

Your beauty sings in adoring waves of dulcet throbs
vibrating deeply into the chords of my soul.
When I stroke the long strands of your silky black hair,
the harp of love lifts me
where paradise swells in melodious intoxication from seeing your face,
as the vein strumming eloquence of how your heart's infectious music
makes me dance unlike any other tune I've felt.

I gaze longingly into the deep, chocolate richest
of your divinely angelic eyes,
a fife of delight teasing with a lilting harmonic sway,
waltzes across the keyboard
where my soul is a piano of passion played only by you.

If there were no tones to shout
when your lips of such soft and gentle touch
met mine for a serenade of symphonic sensuality,
my very essence would give flight
in deepest groans of pure rapture
resounding over and over, always,
till all creation heard the music
of two hearts born to be a duet forever.

Oh, precious musician of my life and very being,
come and let us write affection's flawless sonata,
hands utterly laced willingly together,
our thoughts and feelings becoming,
perfect strings.