“A lover’s kiss is better than angels raining down on me.” — Dave Matthews
My left hand gently caresses the back of her neck as my right hand pauses over her torso in anticipation of that first touch.
I pull her closer, waiting for her quiver, encouraging me to proceed – a response that begins the beautiful music we are about to make together.
She lets me lead, but her sounds guide me to where she wants to be led.
And it’s not just me initiating the seduction. Her commitment to my pleasure is just as strong as my desire to allow my emotions the freedom to roam wherever she may take me.
I know what I want. I know what I need. She knows what it takes to get me there.
I’m seeking to express an inner truth, while longing to meet the truth that lies within her.
She tunes in to my moods and responds accordingly, always sensitive to my ups and downs.
It’s not about mechanics. A thousand hand moves can never stir my passion the way she can.
It’s about trusting each other enough to be emotionally naked to wherever the music takes us.
We are one — dancing in synchronicity, every move gentle and urgent …
… each move precisely choreographed, but demanding a spontaneity that perfects the imperfections in the dance.
It’s perfect, yet never the same. Sameness breeds boredom.
When we’re together, time flies but never moves.
She raises my confidence level as she gently urges me to surrender.
A crescendo that culminates in a simultaneous release – a spiritual healing that leaves us spent and satisfied.
That’s what makes my guitar the perfect lover – the kind of lover I always want to be for you.