Piano Man


The mere sound that comes from the slight touch of a piano...

Traps my heart in a transparent fabric of ecstasy…

And my eyes are immediately fixed upon his fingers…

His fingers…

That dance fluidly across the key board

I release a sigh as vibrant as the chords

Thinking of what those hands could do

My insides swell

And I intuitively melt

Not needing to catch my breath.

It flows throughout my body

And with each note

Your fingers caress a part of it

Accelerating my impulse to endow you with a deep, harmonizing kiss ….


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