Electric (poem) by Tiffany Lynn Simar on AuthorsDen

Electric
by Tiffany Lynn Simar → (All Poetry by Tiffany Lynn Simar)
Tuesday, February 14, 2017 Rated "PG" by the Author.

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Electric Baby, play that electric guitar Make it scream like a maniac on something strong Let’s get our freak on in the night But first turn me on with a sound that takes a bite It grabs my attention like you grab my ass It makes me moan and puts me in a trance I am hearing Prince coming through And some sweet Phil Collen too Play When Doves Cry or Let’s Go Crazy Dance. Music. Sex. Romance makes me want to have your baby Love Bites, but you are my Animal Kiss me Deadly Let’s lose control Work those strings with your strong fingers Pull out all of the stops while you caress my inner goddess And when it is over we will both sigh Sharing a cigarette and getting ready for the next time Our nights last long when we come on strong May they never end You are my lover and my friend By, Tiffany Simar 2/14/17 (picture credit: Garagebandmusic-- Google.com)

Reviewed by KJ McPhee

Reviewed on February 16, 2017

you've gone 'electric' --- love those chords!

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on February 15, 2017

Play that guitar.
Bend those strings.
I feel like dancing,
and my heart sings.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

I remember when Bob Dylan was booed for coming on stage with an electric guitar. But oh how that electric guitar turned everybody on up to and including this insightful look into what it does for the female psyche. Like said, "tune in, drop out and turn on." Never used drugs. That electric guitar was all I needed to come.

As you can see, your poem brings back great memories of great performances.

Ron

Reviewed by Tiffany Simar

Reviewed on February 14, 2017

LOL--what a way to go though, right? ;)

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

I'm worn out just from reading this the five times that I did. Hah!