Her smile makes my soul dance.. moving me in ways I’ve never experienced.. She calls out for me but there’s no sound, touch or visual signal.. Its like being synced to a Bluetooth speaker but your services are off.. not mind control but energy existing on the same wave length.. My brains electrified by her desire to please.. I can’t even share nor describe our episodes because you just wouldn’t get it.. even if you could, I’m stingy and serious bout this one so it’s non-negotiable.. I will say that when our instruments collide there’s no sweeter tune.. Ultimate pleasure seeps through our pores from the elements of multiple genres.. stroking at her violin strings while she massages my trombone... tickling my flute as I beat her bass drum, this musical playground lifts us both.. Head clearly in the clouds as we exchange words of gratitude while we ride the beat.. The rhythm slows as sweat drips from our exhausted bodies.. We continue to refine our sound from room to room; blessing our ears as well as our bodies with acoustic satisfaction..