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Guitarra is her name

Beautiful she was when I saw her Nestled gently in that obscure corner at the Supa If only she knew how many years I’ve longed for her How sweet the poem I wrote for her was Well, since I saw her and heard her beat in my heart I swore with the little cash I had that I would buy her And to buy her I now have It was few minutes to nine And the thought of spending another night without her, ...harassed my mind I couldn’t survive the loneliness, ...I wouldn’t So off my room I rushed ...and into the Supa I dashed There she still was, as beautiful clad as the day before I didn’t have t look twice to know she was mine That I had done in my mind so many nights before Now, this was the time for her to really be mine For opportunity to be theirs had long passed them by Damn, how good it felt to have her in my grip When I had her is when everyone else realized how fine she really was Now they all wanted to own her Damn, I’m glad it was too late for them Here she now is Nestled lovingly on my thighs The feeling as sensational as I thought it would be Her beautiful shape so bewitching Her contours so obsessing Her sound so marvellously enthralling She is the love of my life and together we’ll be more than fine She and I will find a way to make it sound and look right We shall soon make love on the stage in the star light They shall soon pay to see us perform our hearts delight But before then it’s tough practice every night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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