Acoustic Heart Strings

No... I'm not a song of joy.

My song moaned and groaned from the deep south, heart and twanged its way into the marrow of my bones. Steel blue guitar strings plucking delta blue regrets on a moonlit tobacco road where men whispered hot sweet nothings in my ears, licking my desires, stoking my fire.

Close your eyes...I'm wearing my fevered skin.


.....Sway



-Carol