I reached home, I grabbed her. Went onto my bed, touching her top to bottom. I ran my fingers down her smooth body, holding her close to me. I turned her around, continued to caress her. Her body is perfect, every curve. She starts to sing. Her voice, like the choirs of the hanging gardens of Babylon, sooth my soul.

As I start caress her aggressively, her screams of pleasure ring out across the room as my fingers ran around her neck. Till that one final climax, then all of a sudden, all is quiet, her voice disappeared into silence. I opened my eyes, looked up at the ceiling.

My pick fell, onto my knees I dropped. My God, I missed her touch, her voice.

What more could I asked for to fulfill my desires than playing Iron Maiden's Metal Ballad "Wasting Love" solo on my beloved Dez'ray? Its totally ORGASMIC. ;)

Yes, yes. I'm obsessively, madly, in love with my guitar. Ain't a bad thing, is it?  ¶ 5:10 AM