Guitar

You held me like you held guitar,
one warm hand on my neck,
the other playing all my strings
while stroking down my back.
That night I sang only for you,
you tuned me up so well.
Sweet symphony so pure and true
opened up my shell.

You made me scream, you made me moan,
like no one has before.
It was the fire in your soul
that made me beg for more.
You wrote that burning melody
right across my heart.
It doesn't play, while you're away,
but when you're near it starts.

* For Tommy, Johnny and their guitars. Thank you guys for inspiration.