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Guitar
He sits on edge holding tight,
his lover in hand, cold from the night.
Awaiting his touch so gentle and smooth,
caressing, stroking, taking his time, fingers
in motion, keeping the beat. Loving his touch she purrs
in delight, pulling him in making things right.
Curves that make him sing out loud, soaring above to
be heard from below, Radiance and beauty put on a show.
Flowing freely captured by air, mixing and moving mesmerizing
with care.
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