I Got Wood


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.

  • Author: G (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2017 02:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: I recently purchased a beautiful guitar
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 49
  • User favorite of this poem: dusk arising.


  • orchidee

    Never knew a guitar could be so saucy! heehee.

    • G84

      Haha cheers orchidee thought I’d throw in a little misconception with the title

    • dusk arising

      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

    • G84

      Thanks dusk, appreciate the love and innuendos haha

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