I’ve taken my 6-string out of it’s cover. Only a thin cloth protects it from getting scratched, but on my travels, she has gotten a few scars here and there. Thankfully those scars changed her sound and gave her a melancholic, deep vibrant timbre, in which my feelings have been expressed so often. Tonight I feel sexy as I recall the face of that gorgeous woman in town. Wondering wether she bend down for me, or it just being a coincidence? I wasn’t mistaking when I saw her glance me over, her lips curling upwards a little, giving her a naughty look.
With the tight summer dress she was wearing, she had to know to attract eyes on her as she bent down and pushed her hips back. Although she never looked back at me to see my reaction, I am almost certain she was playing me, flirting, teasing me with the wonderful curves of her legs and behind, pushing her hips back further than needed. Her eyes, ocean-blue, caught mine and didn’t let go. Her small, slender body, perfectly shaped, wrapped in a white cotton summer dress, disguising ànd showing her small breasts, her nipples piercing through.
With my eyes closed, my thoughts burried deep in the memory of her, my hand slides over the neck of my guitar. Stroking her gently, feeling the wood beneath my hand slightly vibrating with my touch, her strings tightly wound. My hand slides higher and I touch her tuners, feeling the hard, smooth texture of the pegs, strings tightly wound around them, neatly wrapped and bound. My other hand slides down towards the strings, caressing her body, easing my fingers over her sides, down to her bottom and along her belly back up. I rest my thumb near her opening, on the top string, caressing it gently before I pick it. The low vibrations of the E pass through her body sitting in my lap. Her skin touching my legs, her back pressed against my stomach, transferring the vibrations from her curved body to mine.
I twist the peg gently, tuning the e-string to the right pitch, the vibrations calming down into the right frequency. I move my thumb down, my fingers resting beneath her opening, supporting my hand. I pick the second string as the vibrations of the first are still resonating in her body as well as mine, stimulating the sensual feeling I had all day. The frequency of the second string is off, I put my fingers on her second peg and twist it half a turn. Close, but I am not satisfied. I won’t stop until she purrs and her whole body becomes alive and vibrant when I play the first chord. Perfectly tuned, she feels like a woman, warm and sensual.
I flagiolet the first en second string, while adjusting the pitch of the second. The combined vibrations of both strings, getting better in tune with eachother, adds a second layer, the tones resonating in her and me on both a high and low pitch. My mind now disolved in how she feels, her sound filling my ears as I pinch and turn her pegs, my tightening grip on her neck as I play my favorite chords. Finding the perfect balance between the 6 strings and the form, shape and condition of her body. The thought of the woman in town, the smell of the woods and the smouldering fire under a starfilled sky, my darling and me in complete harmony. My mind drifts off in a dream of white cotton dresses, hot sensual kisses and a soft body pressed against mine…
Tick Tock, 7 days before the fire goes cold…
