indian bear

She leans back relaxed

against the amp

her head slightly off

of the edge.

her neck so long

sleek, slender and smooth

calls me to run my hand

along its length.

it reaches down to

her voluptuous body

which, though bruised

brings me joy to see.

with nothing but her strings

covering her figure

she pleads me to sing

to her so she can join

and sing to me.

how i long to hear her voice

so warm and soft

yet she becomes harsh

when i require her strength.

her range is what

i have always dreamed of

she struggles with me

hiding her voice under

off-key colorations,

and i must force her back

to her place, even though

i know she does this

only to tease me.

above all my others,

even my first,

i hold her the highest

until another takes her place

a place that she does

not so easily give up.

she cries, but i cannot submit

this day to her needs.

i will always love her

she will always

be my Nicole.