E venings, my fingers dance
A cross your neck with metal bars.
D eep strings sing low melodies;
G ranting my confessions to you.
E loquent tones hum so sweet
A gainst the timbre of your heartbeat.
D aylight, daybreak, dreaming of you –
G host notes make me think of you.
E lectric magnets color
A tone so rich with your body
D on’t pluck so hard, but deeper now
G liding fingers soothe us all.
B ut what if I want to go lower?
E very vibration is pleasure.
A cross the neck, against the body –
D riving consistent rhythms –
G iving into all we desire.
By: Logan Arey