I need a guy
that swoons
when I play the piano.
He needs to love the way my long fingers
reach for octaves, ninths and tenths.
He must grin when
I nail my tricky sixteenth note runs
and
he must support me
when I perform ill-preparedly.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
I need a guy
that swoons
when I play the piano.
He needs to love the way my long fingers
reach for octaves, ninths and tenths.
He must grin when
I nail my tricky sixteenth note runs
and
he must support me
when I perform ill-preparedly.
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