My soul is in these keys. In every note that wraps my skin. I caress a melody into existence, my hands sure as a lover’s. Sure as your coarse fingertips along my bare spine.

I shudder. The song doesn’t.

Your touch sings of need as you feel your way to my breast. Explains your ache as you slip between my thighs.

My breath on the edge of a moan, you push into me. I falter a key. Lips on my nape, my knees part as you press, and when you’re deep, and rough, the music ceases, and my soul restarts.