Sexual Musings :: Chords

He wrote: “The piano transformed her; before me pedaled, with barefooted ankles, a mysterious concoction of erotic, swaying female and tender caresses. Her fingers stretched in fifths, leaving me wishing those slender fingers would play my spine with as much urgent intimacy and vigor. She is a dusk filled churchroom and dawn breaking in a wheat field. She is dust motes in farmhouse sunlight and moonbeams pooled on a midnight lake.”

©️ Pearl Bayou 2018

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