Sostenuto

I wonder
if you  
ever
learnt how
to play
the piano
and  
I imagine
you'd tap  
on  
those keys
in the  
same
way you'd  
tap
on my  
swollen bud  
as if  
you  
were  
tapping those  
piano  
keys  
as you
learn  
to  
read  
the rise  
and  
fall  
of my  
erratic breath
in between  
scrolling  
through  
the  
notes  
that I etched  
upon  
your internal  
manuscript
and  
I think  
of  
ways not  to
distract  
you
as you
plunge
your  
fingers  
into my  
exhilarating
whole  
being
whilst your  
tongue  
is  
trailing  
my pulsing  
slit  
before you
make  
me gush
and  
kiss me
deeply
and  
passionately
whilst
I spent some
time
inhaling
the  
scent of us
until
I'm drowsily
sated
and
consumed
by you
and  
your entire  
being
holistically
noetically  
aroused
awaiting your
savagely
blunt  
annexation
and  
I love  
the  
brutality  
in which
you make  
me  
scream
for more
silently
and  
your heart
and
soul kiss
is akin
to the  
kiss  
of
la petite mort
as you  
fuck my  
senses
intensely
and  
methodically
before  
we make
sweet love  
notes
on that  
piano
until we  
find
some kind
of
inner
peace  
whilst  
drifting
upon the  
melodic
notion
of  
sostenuto.