The Piano Lover

First thing like this I wrote in a long time... tell me what you think...


She giggles as my hand finds its way up her shirt. She stops laughing suddenly and stares at me before I suddenly pull her close. Her eyes seem to sparkle even in the darkness when I kiss her on the neck and slide my hands up to her breast relishing in the fact that they mold themselves into my hands so well.

Her lips tempt me as I resurrect all the peace I thought I lost by staring into her eyes. She does not understand that this is not just physical. This is my salvation. My lips find her cheek and her neck trying to find every curve on her and in her soul.

She pulls away from me for a second giggling as if she lost a decade worth of years in a second. I can not stop myself from pointing out how much she is torturing me.

She keeps pointing out that other people are just on the other side of the curtain that we are standing behind and that they can hear us but every bone in my body refuses such foolish worries.

All I want is to play my piano and listen to my music in her. All I want is an embrace.
 
She refuses to kiss me saying that she is unsure about all this but does not stop me from coming close and holding her. She smiles as i trace her body with my hand and she slides her hand up my shirt to one of my many surgery scars.

She suddenly remembers our one rule about touching my scars and pulls her hand away only halted by me. I slide her hand back up my shirt and she smiles at me when I succumb to any will she possesses.

Her hand circles my scar and she giggles when I slide down the wall. She smiles and sits in my lap leaning close to me.

She whispers:

I love you.

I slide my hand up to her lower ribs and tap on them like a piano pulling a giggle and a smile out of her as her eyes sparkle in the darkness behind the curtain of a play that started forever ago.

My piano sings a song that makes me smile and laugh while she is extracted from my place by those on the other side of the curtain.