The strings of your guitar,pulled in rhythm,
Leaning in your embrace,as your fingers,long and little harsh,
With the touch of strings,guiding mine,rough with time,
To find our rhythm..
Lips meeting,to steal few kisses,sweet and tempting..
Closing eyes,feeling your beating heart,in the nights,
As the sound of crickets and night bugs add accompaniment..
Jamming alongwith you,as your fingers guide mine..
With strings vibrating alongwith our breath..
You touching mine..
In your embrace,may be this is how I see,life of mine
