My Guitar

I   love
to
hold you
in
my   hand
and 
strum you
on
my    lap
to caress
you as we
sing sweet
I    stroke
your strings
the sound reverates
throughout your body
as my fingers travel up and down
keeping you guessing which notes
I’ll play to keep it exciting and new
finding new ways to bring
ever sweeter crys
ever sweeter sighs
ever sweeter music
I feel with you the desire
as we beat out ancient rhythms
powerful urges calling out into
the night air as our song
carries like a bird
on wing

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~ by Ron Usher on July 15, 2007.

One Response to “My Guitar”

  1. I like this poem. It looks a lot like a guitar. And isn’t the guitar very sensual?

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