The Essence of My Being

A Poem about something very important to me. :)

Such a beautiful body,
I can’t wait to touch.
A long beautiful neck,
I yearn to run my fingers on.
It almost seems to be a horrible crime,
Putting my hands on such a beautiful creation.
But what needs to be done, must be done,
I am merely human, and I fall into temptation.
I lay the body in my lap,
And it feels so good to touch.
My fingers grasp the neck and I lose control,
Sounds of joy and sadness emerge with every touch.
I can release the beast that lies within my soul,
I can let out every emotion and no one will ever know.
For this time is sacred,
I will not allow anything to interrupt.
The music that erupts from the soul,
Like a volcano spitting its lava.
My fingers dig into the heat,
As they begin to caress.
Alas, everything is tranquil again,
And I can lay my guitar to rest.
My guitar,
With its beautiful body and long neck,
Allows me to create music.
Music,
The outburst of my soul.