I hold in my fist,
My girlfriends’ wrists,
As I trap her beneath my weight
Her tit in my mouth,
My other hand travels south,
Directing my dick to its fate
My guitar in one hand,
I give a nod to my band,
Then I go to town on the strings
With a touch that’s just right,
Sweet melody fills the night,
And I love the high that sound brings
Now I’ve got in my grip,
My raging hard dick,
Cause I need to unload before bed
I stroke till I blow,
But I want you to know,
I ache to touch you instead
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