He carried me over to the piano
And placed me on it
Sitting on the chair
He lifted my legs
On his shoulders
And said, I will play now
As you play with me
With your toes
I nibbled his ears
Betwixt my toes
And glided to his neck
Opening his shirt
Pecking his nipples
The sound of the rhythm started straining
As his heartbeats hummed with anticipation
And when I reached his groin
The keys of the piano played on its own
And that was the beginning
To compose our own melody
Hushedly.
©LR
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