You’re an inspiration and I’m a tease.

Stroking, fondling these ivory keys.

You’re a sense of calm -

flirtatious, and like-minded.

You’re a euphonic chorus, an infinite refrain.

You’re wanton and begging,

fingering, tuning, my player piano,

plucking, woman-ipulating, my delicate cello.

Your body position ...

held fast between your knees.

Your left-handed technique …

pointed fingers and full vibrato.

There’s nothing chamber about the music you pull

from deep within my rhythmic soul.

I’m shaking, fierce,

panting, harmonic,

rocking, bleating, pleading staccato.

My breath is a crescendo ...

of unbridled awe.

My bridge settles in your ...

gentle palm.

You’re the pianist, 'Liszt',

the luthier, 'Amati'.

Rocking my Bosendorfer

and rolling, fucking,

my feminine Stradivari.