She had a body-shape like my guitar

We stroll into the club; night-hunters of the major kind - searching for love untold in folklore that we will carry like an Olympic Torch - but only through the NIGHT LOL. She sits atop a pedestal, built like a formidable sculpture - fluid curves, sagging-but-not-quite buttocks, just enough to stir me up! - and her bosom, is ahhhh - life-giving. She's my epitome of lustful desire - and all she reminds me of is... my Guitar! HAHA -- a bouncing 808 holds us down -DOWN- in the House-party-style Club's basement dance floor. The whole place is bouncing in delight, sips on sweet libations, and we are in tune with one another's most adventurous desires :)