My Secret Mistress Poem by Alfred Ramos

My hand on her slender neck
A firm grip causes me to reflect

My fingers respond in kind
To the wondrous thoughts that come to mind

With desire at my fingertips
Knowing every caress is savoring to my lips

Your smooth face and curvy shape
Against my body I do drape

I hum a melody with passion
With feelings I know I don’t have to ration

Like a sunrise, song wakes up affection
Between body and soul a common connection

Don’t know how I got this far
How easily I fell in love with my guitar