I ‘m in love with and live with an artist. If you have never been blessed with living with an artist you might think she’s a bit ditsy My Queen Goddess is second generation artist so it maybe in the genes. Both Mom and Dad Conley were also artists of the musical persuasion. If you want to read a good biography of my Queen Goddess see my article “My Valentines name is Bonnie Love. ” @ http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/132233/my_valentines_name_is_bonnie_love.html
Everyday living with an artist like my Queen Goddess is an adventure. Little things make life with an artist special. Where is the laundry hamper this week? It might be in the kitchen, the bed room, the laundry room, or in her private bathroom, once I even found it on the front porch. Where are my underware is an artist’s game too. One week there in the top drawer, next week they are in the second drawer, last week they were on hangers in the closet.
Driving with the artist, Queen Goddess, gives new meaning to adventure. Once when we were on a pleasure drive I asked if she knew where she was. Her reply was priceless… “If you don’t have a destination, you can never be lost.” We never take the same route even to the most common destinations. “there might be a beautiful scene I may miss if I travel the same road everyday.”
Love making with an artist like the Queen Goddess is an experience that flirts with the Divine ecstasy. For us it is an ongoing exercise in giving and receiving pleasure, giggles, and flirtation. Each day and night we discover new means to excite each other and praise God in the same actions. I’m not the kind of man that kisses and tells, the details of making love to an artist will be our secret.
I dearly love this special artist, my Queen Goddess. When she plays her piano it is as if the angels are making music. When she plays “When the Saints Come marching in.” Satchmo himself would stand at attention. Bach would stand up and applaud her classical reproductions. Even God beams when she plays Gospel music.
When my Queen Goddess picks up her guitar the true artist is forefront in the picture. Peter, Paul, and Mary would turn green with envy. John Denver would return to the Rocky Mountains and hide. My Queen Goddess could even give that artist Esteban lessons.
My Queen Goddess is calling me. Her artistic cooking talent needs my taste buds. I know it will be a delightful adventure just because she created it. Who knows what else she has on her mind for dessert… I’ll never tell. No question she is a woman for all seasons. She’s got great looking legs too.