Her tone,
Crispy like new pair of headphones,
Screams when I finger down her *G string,
Love hearing her moan,
Get over here and lay on my lap,
One hand down your neck while the other's ready to smack,
She's a brand new model,
My pick up line was immaculate,
Coke bottle modelling body,
Fuzz pedal throttled and jacked you in,
You fret all day and no one to hammer your strings,
******* Brew in Chili Peppers but I'm willing to make you Cream,
So lay across my leg and let me do the rest,
All that phat bass and no one to properly make you wet,
Rubbing across your curves making sure your knobs are turned,
Steel strings tight and ready to give this spanking you deserve,
Tease and deceive till your ready to sing,
Slip my fingers down your A and I'm ready to B,
Playing your scales,
Hitting that tail,
Your mahogany curves scrumptious as hell,
Maybe I'll stand up and ****** my hips,
Into that back of that phat bass while loving the notes you hit,
Strap you on because the way I like to hit it is hard,
Octaves ****** and quiver on my fingers,
Your heart,
The shape of that wide, seductive and sumptuous ***,
All that bass you have can make any guy..........

Broken chords
Torn heartstrings
Inspiring pain
Numbness

The wail of the electric guitar
The slow pulse of the drums
The monotony of the Bass
The slow bleeding of the singer

The music seeps out
Coalescing
Clashing
Conflicting

I see no end, only music
Music that slows time
Music that surrounds
Music that traps

A shared understanding
An outlook on the universe
A fear
Sadness

Poetic

The sound of my bass that I make these days is
for you,
it plays for you.
It waits for you to hear his present
that sounds like me saying
I love you.
It sings about your hair, fresh, as millions of roses;
about your face, like the desert next to the beautiful Nile.

17 roses are the key
and 17 kisses that I'll give are from me.

Even when I sound cheesy and cheap
You look at me like I'm your dream
You forgive, and love you give.
And I am forever grateful
to be next to your red rose hair,
and beautiful face that tells
a story of a brave girl
that just got 17 roses fair and square
from a man that looks at her
like the happiest creature that ever lived.

The bass guitar tries hard to tell you all of this.
Please listen, hear the words from it.
There are mistakes in the sound
Just like there are mistakes in life,
But when the bass finishes his song
the whole story tells a life full of
joy, happiness and freedom.

That is a sound only made for you,
it has no words.
*But notes can tell more
than all of the words in the world.