He plays his songs
With fingers of gold
Pressing on his strings
Making them sing for him
He's a god of everything he does
He's a dream
So sweet
That I can taste him on my tongue
Even when he's far away from me
He plays his songs
The same way how he played my heart
So careful and delicate
Touching all the right spots
Of his guitar
Making her pray for him
Making me envy her
For being touched by him
The way I wanted to be
Fingers running through me
Sitting between his arms
Creating sounds of me
Cheeks blushing warm
He's so pretty he's so sweet
He plays his songs
Feeling deep.
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