Love's Rhythm
I pull you in close to me,
the curve of your body,
rests on my knee.
Your long slender limb,
so beautiful,
adorned in jewelry.
I run my fingers,
along your curves,
the moment it besieges me.
The beautiful colors,
that adorn you,
makes me want to holler.
A sweet sound emerges,
as I stroke you,
I'm the boss.
Finding our rhythm,
as I continue,
to strum.
You yell,
my head and body sways,
to the beat of my thumb.
For a beautiful moment,
we're both,
rock stars.
No sweeter thing,
than making love,
to my guitar.
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