My Guitar
Morning, noon and night
You are my delight
I think of you, I dream of you
Desire burning bright
Your neck I do caress
My fingers a warm breath
They stroke the strings
Vibrato rings
Coaxing with finesse
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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