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1 of my favorite things,
Is to imagine the different pings,
Of the keys on your body..my lil piano,
As my fingers gently play the instrumental to your beautiful soprano,
Our love slow dances to the tunes,
Of your moans as the moon looms,
Over our recital,
Every note is vital,
To this sonata,
As I hold the d-sharp my composition cuts through the night air like a katana,
( You scream ) in pleasure
I hear the appreciation for my endeavor,
As if never has any man held a concerto better,
Than me..imagining the different pings of the keys on your body...my lil piano
