He gently picks her out <br /> <br />Fondly holding <br /> <br />Making her comfortable on his lap <br /> <br /> <br />With his arms around her <br /> <br />His fingers gently work up a rhythm <br /> <br />And he knows which strings to touch <br /> <br /> <br />Creating a world of magic with a guitar <br /> <br />While moving to the beat of his music, <br /> <br />I watched, lapsing into bliss!<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lapsing-into-bliss/
