Ode to my guitar....

Ah, the beauty of my guitar...

Those lovely hips on my silverburst LP...
Her long silky neck...makes you wanna just kiss all up and down it...
Her beauty of a horn-curve...just a slight show of sensuous curve...
Following that sweet smooth line of curves around the body with the edge of my finger...
Touching the strings and listening to the beautiful sounds she makes as I work my fingers up and down her neck oh so lightly...
Tightening my grip and raising her pitch until she screams...
Together, we play into the night...
making beautiful rapturous music as we wrap deeper and deeper into each other...
Bodies touching...
Souls touching...
Metal, wood and flesh becoming one in the beauty of life...

It's love we're making.

Dm