You, my darling are a vice
with your soft pink lips
and barely-there curves
hidden behind the most
perfect shade of red.

Darling, you’re the essence
of perfection, small hands
with thin fingers curved
over keys of black and ivory
slamming out a beautiful melody.

Your laugh is like music
and your smile is the moon
you’re nervous across from me
like you know what’s coming
but don’t you, sweetheart?

It’s obvious what I want
what I need from you,
“just a taste”, darling
and you’re all mine.