Piano Player
By Soulslulluby
At the piano I watch you The way your fingers stroked the keys How smoothly your fingers flew Playing them with expertise Your mistress you called her And I could see the feeling in your eyes I was lost in a blur As I envied to be mistress that you prize Your perfect hands touching me As I became your mistress instead of she Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 07:14 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"At the piano I watch you ..."