music man.

A little something fun. Feeling a little playful. Hope it makes you smile.

guitar.

I think you know my secrets
At least one or two of them
My poorly veiled weaknesses
That make me a slave to men

Not all men – just special ones
The writers and the artists
They have power over me
But not like the guitarists

Something about musicians
Seduces me every time
Sleeves pushed up and forearms bare
Guitar in hand, eyes on mine

If he sings for me, I’m done
All worked up and in the mood
And maybe I should mention
I adore bass players, too

what sandra thinks swish.


About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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24 Responses to music man.

  1. Dan says:

    Awesome. Makes me want to serenade you on the drum kit.
    Does ‘air bass’ count? 🙂

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  2. Hmmm….who plays bass? 🙂

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  3. stephieann8 says:

    Ooo I agree with you here. It’s the finger work that gets me worked up haha

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  4. Yeah I definitely with you on this one! 🎸

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  5. The V Pub says:

    My posterior was requested here? Loved it! And yes, bassists rock!

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  6. Great poem! I love musicians and artists too. Hozier’s sound entrances me. When I read your work, it makes me wish we were neighbors…where we could dish about guitarists over drinks!
    Hugs,
    Tess

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