I Wish I Could Be a Better Writer

She never could explain how the simple things did so much....just watching him walk across the room was her own personal work of art. The music that he played made her undying spirit dance a sacred dance. The words that he sang could control her body like strings on a marionette.....his whispers about the moon illuminated her soul. His kiss wetted her her lust and his touch paralyzed her in detained contentment.