I’ve loved you as my own.
Though solitude I’ve found you.
With my fingers pulling and sinking into you.
All the Sounds we’ve made, different with each movement. Stroking the pain away.
Sensual words given feeding the sounds. Mental stimulation becomes Harmonized.
Spending time to know how to work you is the satisfaction.
I wish not to stop, forgive me I cannot.
god, I fucking love my guitar.
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋