Piano

With a touch of passion
she mourned with love.
Sound of kindness floated the room
as if the angels had prompted a visit
in the house of the Lord.

With a touch of passion
I continued to caress her
knowingly,
that she will take away all my pain
and set me free of my worries.
She wasn't my date,
and yet she made my night,
bringing life to a house,
and battling the silence away.

A night of makeout,
taken by rough yet smooth caress
leaving everyone satisfied.
They rose up to cheer,
as I let the keys go free.
a release of satisfaction made of shouts and ululations.
a sense of accomplishment lit my face with a smile, as I disappeared backstage.