27 May 2012
I silently watch those fingers strum,
Oh, what I would do with that thumb,
You hold her so right,
Holding strings down tight,
Add your voice to her notes,
Certainly gets all my votes,
A black heart on her wooden hips,
Gentle hands but firm grips,
Should I sink into green,
As I watch this loving scene,
Or ask sweetly, after, at the bar,
Teach me to play your guitar?
You smile, just see if you agree,
Can I make this two a three?
Guitar Guy • Opuss № I