Acoustic Mistress

My guitar called me to play with her.
I lifted her gently.
I placed her upon my lap,
her side upon my thigh,
her body against my chest.
I stroked her smooth curves lovingly.
I placed my fingers, tender but firm,
around her neck and caressed her strings.
She vibrated softly to my touch.
I whispered to her
and lightly fingered her frets.
I coaxed her into song.
Delicate at first,
becoming more rhythmic and louder as she found her voice,
I strummed her with passion.
We roared together.
She rose and fell against me.
Singing, laughing, crying, wild.
My mistress beneath my hands..
I imagined she was you.