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He played his guitar eyes shut, zoned out, and let the melody flow throughout his body to his fingertips letting his voice scream through the strings of his love,

I watched him silently in the cut so that he couldn’t see my fascination with his love for…..HIS FREEDOM,

It was so captivating I found myself drifting further and further away into his land of rhythm……..

O shoot he almost caught me and ooh how I wish he did in a way so he could lift
me off solid ground and serenade me with his guitar love,

But instead I’ll just sit here and fantasize and time flies in the midst of this orgasmic jam session,

My heart is open to the love of real music, to the genius and freedom of expression, sending me floating to soul rhythmic heaven,

Even the clock that ticks on the wall becomes a beat to his soothing strums of sanctified strings,

I watch as he makes love to every note he plays causing it to harmonize in such a way that its just pure and utter beauty and the reality of it is…..that it IS,

Im melting in to the language of musical love and he kneels to the floor head back and guitar hugged close to his abs striking every key with precision and control,

Vibrating the room with a 7.5 shock of earthquake chillin vivacious hymns of the ooo wops and doo wops of this man’s affair with his wild and free love,

Am I wrong for trying to sneak a peak of this personal meeting,

causing my musical loins to start skeetin creativity at its best,

Well fuck I don’t give a shit cause it is his love I’m yearning and digress ,

Confused with whether to stay or leave, I become peeved with the fact that he is being so selfish of this occasion,

I want to ménage-a-trois with his musical expression,

Oh guitar man please take me there!