My name announced,
Purposeful strides,
Across moaning floorboards
A softly cushioned chair,
My foot on a stool, my love rests
On my knee as I hold her close.
Beautiful and shapely,
Clothed in rich Brazilian
Redwood and European cedar.
Embracing her curves,
Callused fingers stroke catgut and steel.
Fortissimo chords,
Flamenco-dancing hands
Roam across frets. Her
Wooden heart vibrates,
My blood heart serene
As I drift into clicking heels
And snapping castanets until
Feverishly passionate applause
Brings me back
To bright lights
And cheering admirers.
Squinting,
I hold my lady high.
Isn’t she something?
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