Bow of the Violin

Sexy air makes lust air that breathes potions
Each word from his lips sound like notes
And when he breathe in-between each word
it gives a nice rhythm finishing
each fine sentence with a feeling of melody
Passion pens these elegant words
Upon sheets of my delicate heart that
Centers in my heart never knew it could
Drum inside the way it does
The instrument from my sweet heartbeat 
Makes sounds with mine. I sigh from
Outside as if his sigh combines
I see velvet. I wonder does he see that too
Gorgeous dream your hair looks like
The wind and your eyes the morning sun I
Wake up for every morning and
Then the lips my food that entices
Me that thirst my heart your words
The water to my night-times ears
Sensual when you give me sex throughout
My sleep this rose that scents twirls
Me perhaps fthere is this rose
That hangs lies invisible upon the silver moon
God that inscribes for me sweet romance
I spill out feelings soft it strokes down
like a violinist does to his precious violin
in this violin moment