This Old Guitar.........

 
.....sienna brown
singing like an angel
shaped like a classic
simply beautiful......
 
....I wish that it were me
 
maybe then  
you would want to  
hold me
play me
strum my strings
Turn melodies
into symphonies
Let your creative freedom  
ring.......
 
If I were this guitar,  
I'd be your beast of burden
You would make love to my body
everyday.......
…..no way you could stay away
always “ready to play”
 
Touching me,  
hands around my waist
emotions so deep, so strong
strumming my strings
all
night
long
 
….until your eargasm cums  
at the breaking of dawn
 
If I was this guitar
I'd be your superstar
and you would  
love me,
musically
forever....
 
…..and I'd hope that
you'd somehow see
the
music,  
the magic
the reaction
the attraction
 
is  
in me
created by me
simply.........me
 
and look past
all my imperfections
my shortcomings
see my soul  
feel my spirit
love me
selfishly......
 
…...that beautiful, old guitar
I wish that in it's reflection
she would
just
see
me.....