I sit...alone.
A high C note is struck...
"T'was not I! For I am alone."
Curiosity...
s
So overwhelming...
The need to create a melody...
Be it fast, or slow...
The urge to play becomes like a sexual need.
The need of fourplay...
The need to climax...
The need for a denemoi...
I flirt with her keys...
Touching her ever so gently.
One not, two...then a chord!
I...