The semibreve sang to the semiquaver on his piano

The notes flow out of his fingertips.
The piano compliments his lips.
His voice travels upon the athmosphere .
The solemn song it delivers disappears...,
Deep into the hearts of many.
His hands dance and parade on all the keys making them happy.
His movement in his shoulders compliments her as she quotes.
Yes her that sashays over the notes she so holds and folds.
The beauty oh what beauty he holds in his palms.
She holds them in her arms and never lets them go far.
She twists and turns as the piano makes her thighs sway away into the wind.
He grabs her eyes with the wonders of his undertaking



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