I long to feel you under my fingertips.
Oh how long it’s been
since I stroked sweet music from your keys ,
your pearly whites
swirling together under my hands,
the feeling seething through my veins
and into you.
You echo back in harmony
and we dance this symphony together,
trading secrets surrounded by the scent of auburn timber.
A love affair of eighty-eight hammers and strings
and ten fingertips caressing
smooth figures and souls
to blend melody and rhythm with time.
Oh for even just ten minutes,
to feel you beneath me,
I wouldn’t mind
ever-lasting orgastic connection between a spirit meeting its being
in the rapture, the
with its soulmate.