Love's Rhythm

I pull you in close to me, the curve of your body, rests on my knee. Your long slender limb, so beautiful, adorned in jewelry. I run my fingers, along your curves, the moment it besieges me. The beautiful colors, that adorn you, makes me want to holler. A sweet sound emerges, as I stroke you, I'm the boss. Finding our rhythm, as I continue, to strum. You yell, my head and body sways, to the beat of my thumb. For a beautiful moment, we're both, rock stars. No sweeter thing, than making love, to my guitar.