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I Rather Enjoy Being Played
By different lovers I’ve been kept, some skillful and a few inept. I always respond, unafraid. I rather enjoy being played. A Spaniard picked me up one time. His classic strumming was sublime. Notes poured from me like a cascade. I rather enjoy being played. That man released me, and soon I was picked up by a strange punk guy who stroked me roughly. Though betrayed, I rather enjoy being played. My strings broke often from his touch, yet thrilled was I by his thrum. Such unique new tunes from me were made. I rather enjoy being played. His sister held me awkwardly, but then she sang so beautifully it mattered not my sound would fade. . . I rather enjoy being played. She and her brother gave me to some plucking fools without a clue till an artiste came to my aid. I rather enjoy being played. He pressed my frets, this handsome boy. My stings were vibrating with joy. I climaxed with his smooth glissade. I rather enjoy being played. With him I hope to have remained in years to come. His love’s unfeigned. Although I know at times he’s strayed, I rather enjoy being played.
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