Discordant Duet

You give to me purpose,

Your touch brings me life,

And with trebly crescendo I cry.

I trill at your tickle,

I fit as you finger me,

Practiced with prowess most spry.

Inside of me, trembling,

You hammer away

On my heartstrings, as gently you croon,

In my belly, vibrations

Of bass tones so sharp,

With my tenor you’re always in tune.

Glistening black

Upon delicate white,

Baby, grand is our tender vignette.

I love when you use me,

I lust to be played,

Like a lover’s discordant duet.

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