In tune

I roll my hands down your neck while i finger you, clutching your shape firmly in my grips    
Flip you and Hold your figure to my face closer to my lips sliping them between your strings as you squeal in a never ending loop, that crescendo's. Harmonizing with the animal dorment inside me, lets make music. Hard rock mix with ambients with every strum and stroke we make we come closer to breaking amps. Let the bleed seep through the windows of this studio, so we can be in tune with our instruments.    
I wanna play your different color vortexes  with my lude. starting with red we can take our time with Orange let its glow on our stands and speak through, our sheet music as an art form, then we can advance to yellow and bask in pleasure as i pluck and pluck to resonate with the groove,  and let green develope. we marinate in tune with my staff and your spaces our bodies can make blue,    
Indigo and finally violet i love when the music's rough, dont you my prity little instrument with your glossy body and all these buttons all the different ways i touch you seem to have a different effect i cant get enough of so babe keep singing to me i'll be intune until spectrum strums out of alinement unitl then remain perfect for me to throw over my shoulder plug in this auxiliary cord and hear you wine again, as your musician and you my instrument are you ready to play?