The Piano
He watched her from behind, her small body gracefully moving in the dance of a trance, her hands alive with a life of their own, as they touched the ivory keys. Her fingers curved slightly as they glided from note to note; the soft murmur of sound enticing and inviting. As he listened, images flashed in his mind from subtle shades of memory to the more familiar sensual passion. Sublime echoes were created then built with the ascension of the notes. Her hands gracefully shifted as her long...
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