Maestro

I'm symphony in your hands fingers soft-playing my spinal keys ebony and ivory it's black and white tonight and every other night stoking with soft-sound stroking with tremolo touch the sighing notes in my throat starting to float scarlet-slicked bow flickering on sensitive string skin against skin against satin-sleek sheets sinuous sprawl of notes against musical sheets turning on tuning in unison cadence cascading waterfalls of whispered words moistening me spilling rills trilling thrills up and down my spine and the keys warming up quavers quivering tempo quickening as you play me yes again and again yes breathless over and over yes never-ending yes never stop running your fingers up and down adagio to accelerando glistening glissando opening me to tremulous melody the pulse and the rhythm moving over me under me on top of me conducting overtures till you're symphony inside me