colvin11

She's beautiful.
The gentle curves of her body, her long slender neck. She sits in the corner of my room, making me want to caress her neck, move my hand around her smooth body. The more I see her, the more I like her.
But that is nothing compared to her sweet, incredible voice. When she sings out, my heart is beating and I can think of nothing else.
Yes, that's one beautiful guitar I've got.

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funkyjoez

Ha! Great! though i think maybe put in poetry section . . .

Titania

Lol, very nice. One of my friends is often accused of having a love affair with his cello and I'm overprotective of my instruments (you touch them you die) so I know the feeling.

One thing: thats at the end should be that's. Nitpicking I know.

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hirshmon

It might be even better if you give away the fact that it's a guitar without overtly saying it. But I liked it! great twist

poem_maker86

Whoa, that was unexpected, I loved it