Without your grasp, I'm nothing.
A cute little thing with an hour-glass figure,
but none of that really matters.
What means the most remains unseen.
Your touch ignites the best in me,
with your fingers down my neck,
arm around my body,
we're destined for greatness.
We read each others minds.
You create, I amplify.
The perfect duo.
Simple harmony.
Working together's so peaceful.
Producing chills to those around us,
their envy is astounding.
We motivate and inspire.
But once the day's over, I'm forgotten.
Placed in my case and left propped against a wall,
awaiting our next encounter.
Tune-up or lesson, I don't mind...
it's bound to be memorable.

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