I’ll touch you like I touch my piano’s keys.

I’ll learn you like I know those black and whites - the sticky key there, the perfect amount of pressure, just how to draw out those last few notes.

My fingers will dance along your body, creating art as they move.
At times pianissimo, slow and sweet. A hint of melancholy. Gentle, to pull a quiet melody from your lips. Soft breaths. Carefully constructed sighs.

Others forte, wild and unrestrained. Demanding you give me all you have and then some, the tune soaring into a crescendo and then releasing all at once.

And, when the song finally comes to an end, you and I will both be sated and content in the beautiful music we made together.