Playing the violin

  What is it about a woman’s body?  There’s just something about the flow of their curves from one into the next.  A woman is similar to a violin.  There are times when you handle her gently, the most flowing and beautiful music is made.  Then there are other times when you press deep and hard, the sound filling the room, the energy almost visible in the air.  A woman’s body is soft to the touch, the back of her knees, behind her ear, the small of her back.  Yet, a woman’s body is strong, the pressure in the grip of her thighs as she climaxes can threaten to break a lesser man into two.  Touching a woman is like playing the violin.  If you’re not careful, if you’re not mindful, unpleasant sounds may sound forth.  But just as each violin is made differently, every woman is different.  Is it a spot in the crook of her arm or the middle of her inner thigh that will send that electricity through her body?  One cannot help but feel blessed as you lay next to a woman, running your hands over her body.  The interplay of muscles tightening and loosening, the catch of breath, the arching of the back.  All these things are an art unto themselves, a painting, a sculpture, a musical score beyond the works of men.  Every woman is an instrument unto herself and may I be blessed with a symphony before my last breath.

-Damien