I turn and there you are
you're on the bed with the guitar in your lap
you gesture me over
and I lay next to you

I watch you pick each string delicately
each string moves slowly
yet you strum them quickly

you play a sweet song that ****** a smile on my face
I fall into a trance
I'm under your spell
my eyes are closed and I'm soothed

I feel your lips against mine
and those hands against me

You touch me so gently
so softly you wouldn't know the work on them
the callouses disappear
the scars fade
they feel like home

His hands know the old strings
His hands know work
and his hands know me