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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amtodd10
Senior at Columbia College Chicago majoring in Live and Performing Arts Management & minoring in Play writing. Raised in Chicago IL and have been passionate about writing since the age of eight. Motto: Every second you spend listening will aid you with even more power when you speak.
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