Coffee and the Acoustic Guitar

My wife is as bold as coffee and as sensual as an acoustic guitar.

This may not seem like much of a compliment, I know, but let me explain.  Coffee is dark, like her eyes are dark, which hide the secrets of the ages.  And while she is not the darkest skinned of her people she still wears a proud, strong, bold brown that calls to mind Amazonian queens and defiant indigenous peoples who, even though they might have fallen to the swords of the Spaniards and the canons of the Portuguese, they fell nobly, and with much pride.

The acoustic guitar is a perfectly balanced instrument.  It is made of wood, wind, and steel.  The wood signifies the earth, and the earth's bounty which creates the body of the instrument - smooth, curved, strong, with internal bracing that holds its shape and allows the breath of life to flow within and without.  A strong neck pulls the strings across the body and holds them tightly in place.  The strings themselves, once made of gut, but now made of steel, demonstrate how the machinery of humanity can augment the beauty of the wood and the wind, drawing forth from it that which was dormant and soundless and giving it voice.    The acoustic guitar is the melding of humanity and nature, and it the epitome of our potential symbiosis.  

My wife is as bold as coffee and as sensual as an acoustic guitar.

Do those words sound better, now that I have explained them?