His guitar,her tune... Strumming the pain with his long pale fingers The angelic tune lingers His eyes telling a sad tale, a dark secret The emotions welling up insides The anguish subsides Fingers moving expertly Nipples standing pertly He pulls at the chords of her heart Warming the insides and sending chills down her spine Unaware,his mind imagining the next line Between her thighs it tickles,as the tune caresses her... Her pussy purrs Her mind thrills Her skin crawls Her impulse stalls It has too.... With every movement of his hand,she wishes to be his instrument To be caressed,pressed,played over and over again His nails picking at the strings Her body stings Can she be his lady,a substitute for his passion? Will he allow himself to penerate to pulsate Be open to hearing her song To play along Wishing to be heard and free For him to see Her essence,inhaling her unique inscense To mesmorise his mind To be taken from behind The tune to fill the air,with sincerest care A neverending song To be played all night long...