Our great love’s play
Has created hitherto unheard of
Music, divine  ~ reverently I run
Passion’s bow across taut strings
Of your delectable body, no less
A Stradivarius hewn in flesh and blood
Even virtuosos would be jealous
To hear such pure notes emerging
From the depths of our lover souls
As music aficionados involuntary rise crying
“bravo” not a single eye in the house dry
Bringing it down as music crescendos
and I take a deep bow, head still lost
In waves of reverberating notes
Humbled, humbling~

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