I do not know how to touch you
I falter and you make an uncomfortable sound
I caress for hours
Still happy moans you do not emanate
Running my hand up and down
With practice maybe I can learn
How to make you gasp a voice of pleasure
For hours on end I will try, I do not mind
It pleases me to no end, to attempt all night
Strum, strum, there has to be a pattern you like
Some sort of rhythm that makes you sing
Ah the laments of beginner's guitar
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 12:16 AM UTC
I do not know how to touch you
I falter and you make an uncomfortable sound
I caress for hours
Still happy moans you do not emanate
Running my hand up and down
With practice maybe I can learn
How to make you gasp a voice of pleasure
For hours on end I will try, I do not mind
It pleases me to no end, to attempt all night
Strum, strum, there has to be a pattern you like
Some sort of rhythm that makes you sing
Ah the laments of beginner's guitar
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