Tonight I'll whisper
your name
in the nylon strumming -
a torrid alternate picking
sometimes precipitating
into tremolo
and somewhere
between a rough caress
and the rosewood
your strings
will oscillate
in a long legato slide

Carry me then
to the hollows
of your smooth sensual curves
where I play artist
to the tremulous
repercussions
of your illicit words

Sing for me my darling
grapple with these guitar licks
and then we'll speak
of allegretto.

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Valerie'� a good friend of mine here on editred, emailed me the start of a masterful poem. I replied merely commenting on how I felt as I read it and she transformed it into an incredibly seductive verse. If you haven't read it yet, you probably should. It's called 'Play me to the music'�. She paints a woman as a metaphor for a guitar. This is my best attempt at a worthy response. I couldn't resist.

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