His hands dance over ivory keys and I watch, caught up.
Eyes dart left and right,
lowered and taunting to only match my gaze.

My heart pounds, beating in my ears.
The blood rushes, pools beneath leaden fingers and I wonder what spell he's cast.
but I wait, held in rapture I feel the pounding,
the strumming
humming
teasing, twisting,
turning until nothing's left except us.

I hear his heart pound just like mine and
his skin flushed and pulled tight
his fingers still stroking over the keys
tensions rising higher and higher until chests rise in time
and we can't breathe without our lungs collapsing.
Then, when run ons and long beats fall to pieces, we'll have only each other.

He takes a deep breath, releases it only to gaze right towards me.
and I feel his heat, the contour of his skin
when I run imaginary fingers over the heated flesh and I believe,
only to kiss his solid shoulder there's nothing quite like this no one's touch I yearn for,
scream for, clutch out and wish to hold forever.

His fingers fly over the keys,
strumming, humming, twisting and teasing.
never a breath in between,
never a beat too shy.
step confident, I can hear him say
and I chuckle when he stops and stares,
that damned cute confused look flushing his face.
and I touch his cheekbones,
the skin then lean forward to kiss his face, his lips.

Hands slowly slide to a stop chests rise in time, hearts pounding.
Notes echo against the keys,
walls
and straight into my spine and lungs my heart lips mind.
shifting,
shaping,
shattering
until I only dream of him and having him to hold forever.