Name' sake

My hands trace over her curves .. . Round . . . and back. . . Lines of exquisite beauty. . .  definition . . .elegance, perfection . . .

I tune her to the perfect pitch, every note where it should be . . . strumming gently - with love . . .with focused intent . . . 

And oh such sweet song she gives me. . . 

The melody of my soul . . . .