THE PIANIST (THE HARMONY OF YOUR BODY AND THOSE KEYS)

As I stroke the keys on your Piano, the melody's enticing to my ears

I pretend for a moment, it was your body I was playing, pretend it was you that were laying here

the tempo of course, would start out grazioso, or for a better term gracefully

the excitement you display, would quickly accelerando or become faster if I must translate

Though my finger play is meant to pleasure you, the ablibitum means the pleasure of me

I'd use bar lines to mark off my measure so that, you don't explode on my tux to quickly

the cadence goes tap...tap...tap...I strike the right chords and your let out a sharp falsetto

you gracefully ochestrate a high pitch orgasmic moan accentuating it grazioso

as I roll up my sleeves, and take my jacket off, preparing myself to bring down this house

I continue to stroke those keys of yours, it's condenza time, you're officially in the spot light

I continue to entice you leggiero, very lightly....very delicately

then move in for the kill, this crescendo may wake, the entire neighborhood from it's sleep

your erotic melody, ever so sweetly as you repeat, dolce...dolce....to me

then I speed up as my fingers glide across those beautiful, sensuous keys of yours, fortissimo...the melody, so sweet

the modulation taking place here as I shift back and forth across those sexy keys from one to another in perfect harmony

the sixteenth note is heard in the background 4 times see I've stroked 4 times you've crowned me king, of this rhythm filled episode

confessing throughout this cathedral, my accompaniment has been leathal, see my moans played a supportive role to your moans

now the lights grow dim, my performance complete, you can still see the smoke coming from those keys, as I orchestrated my masterpiece....on your Piano