Plectrum

As your hand trails around my shoulder,
The flames between us glow and smoulder,
I feel you edging in,
holding me so close,
In the comfort of your arms,
I have no more woes,
The world looks different when I'm with you,
The reason why, I don't have a clue,
I wish I knew, if this was love or need,
There should be a sign of how to proceed,
Time itself shifts in parallel, shifted spectrum,
Your strumming fingers have changed me,
I was the guitar, you were the plectrum,
How did you know just how to be?
And, although there is no guarantee,
Can I keep you to warm my bed,
Hold my fragile heart, keep it fed?
Just what would you do,
If I really needed you?