He gently fingers ivory and black
He plays with his head down like Linus
He pushes the in rhythm front and back
And kisses the piano with his beads of sweat
He studies each ivory piece
His callus finger’s lover
He thrusts each note forward
As let’s his whole body hover
Each note a burning desire
That he can not speak
The notes kiss his ears
And make him weak
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