This moment is my lover

This moment is my lover. 
This moment is all 
I could ever hope for. 
She is kind and sweet, 
loving and forgiving. 
She loves to laugh and dance and sing. She is supremely happy. 
There is no tension in her. 
She is gentle and peaceful. 
She focuses only on what is present now. 
She understands how sweet 
and beautiful 
is all 
that stands before us. 
This moment is my most intimate
and satisfying lover. 
She surrounds me 
in her graces. 
She is gentle, 
kind 
and relaxed. 
She allows into herself 
only the most  loving 
and forgiving thoughts. 
She is erotically fascinated 
and totally immersed 
in her sensory awareness 
of the tangible and seductive nature 
of all things right here 
and right now. 
She desires only to make love 
to what she can see and feel, 
to the eroticism 
of the tangible, ever present 
pulsating beauty and energy 
of immediate 
physical presence. 
My lover, 
this moment in time, 
only sees and recognizes 
the good in everything, 
the love in everything, 
the beauty in everything 
and the transcendent nature 
of everything. 
My lover, 
this moment in time, 
has a warmth, 
a radiance 
and a joy 
which is timeless, 
eternal 
and everlasting. 
My spectacular lover 
is 
this 
and this 
and this 
and all the
thisness
in my awareness. 
My lover is all. 
My lover is everything. 
Here she is. 
Right here. 
Right now. 
I must go. 
She is calling me. 
She is offering me 
in this very instant 
eternal 
bliss.