"How bout I wear my suit & tie, and you wear nothing?"
"What?"
"Nothing, just a passing thought..."
"No continue..."
"Like you wearing nothing but perfume, with the faint taste of vodka in your mouth and salt on your body?"
"Go on..."
"On top of the piano, where Bach and Mozart's symphonies doesn't stand a chance against the beauty that you are?"
"And..."
"Where every movement is tuned in to perfection, like ebony and ivory your being screamed for my touch...
An accompaniment to your crescendoing heartbeat...
While people waltz their own way down the classical arrangement of contemporary innuendo...
To the interlude of your own rendition of perversions, transitioning as a sweet torture I am willing to endure..."
"Then?"
"Until our sonata ends with a grand but dolce note that echoes the room...
You dear the explosive showdown on the bridge at the top of your lungs, on top of the piano and on top of me...
No more suits or ties -
Just salt, vodka and spice -
"And after that?"
You shudder on the outro, humming off a guttural hymn, your breath hitching as your whimper whistles...
Then you slowly, seductively move back down on the piano stool heaving -
And just like every victorious musical astonishment we still ended up orchestrating...
A love song has been played 'a due' by our hearts. We part gently like a broken chord, as our eyes ask for an encore..."
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RomanceLike the ships in the night that we are. This is what happens After we say goodnight. As we succumb in the safety of our quilts under the moonlight. -Compilation of Poetry-
