Beatrice: A poem

Ode to My Guitar

My one great love
she is sleek and sexy
curves that kill
body that's rocking
she will be one in a mil
her neck is long and beautiful
and i caress it gently when i mess around with her
I can make her squeal
I can make her moan
I can make her sigh
and she is my own
I can turn her on easily
it takes no effort on my part
its as easy as plugging her in
I can make her loud
I can make her soft
She obeys my every command
she has a beautiful voice
she sings whenever I turn her on
she can be soprano, bass, alto and tenor
her octave range is 2
im in the sunshine of her love
she puts me in a purple haze
I cant play with her and sing at the same time