There she was, shining beautifully.
I grabbed her by the neck,
pulling her close to me.
Her body touched my own,
My hand hovered over her hole,
I need to hear her moan,
Within this moment we have stolen.
I run my hand over her nut,
Then up towards her head,
Opening my ears, my eyes shut,
I pluck her strings, as she said.
Take me to the til, and pay to here me sing
Make me yours to keep, we can play anything.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I recently purchased a beautiful guitar
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Comments3
Never knew a guitar could be so saucy! heehee.
Haha cheers orchidee thought I’d throw in a little misconception with the title
May you two enjoy many hours of good plucking G84.
A nice little strumpet across your lap when you when feel the need to finger her frets or ping her harmonics.
Excellent piece, cleverly done, delight to read. Goes into my favourites
Thanks dusk, appreciate the love and innuendos haha
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