Strummed
Resting upon my lap
Your thick body
Sits perfectly upon my knee
My left hand
Gripping your neck gingerly
Delicately in my palm
Beautifully dark
Is your fret board
Polished to reflection
Ivory colored
Are your machine heads
Which twist smoothly
Giving guidance
Direct your inlays
Whispering hints
So defined
Is your cherry back
Resting on my breasts
How your strings hum
Echoing through
My caressed fingers
Each note
Melodious to my heart
Graceful til the end
Oh the glory
That is felt
Each second
Your beautiful voice
My talent strums
My wondrous guitar.
Copyright © Jillian Veitenheimer | Year Posted 2012
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