Strumming the pain with his fingers,the angelic tune lingers. Emotion welling up insides,the anguish subsides. Fingers moving expertly,nipples standing pertly.He pulls at the chords of her heart.Sending chills down her spine,he is unaware,focusing on the next line.Between her thighs it tickles,the music caressing her...her pussy purrs,her mind thrills,her skin crawls,impulse stalls.It has too...with every movement of his hand,she wishes to be his instrument.To be caressed,pressed,played over again...her moans of pleasure the tune,in deep intoxicating swoon.His nails picking at the strings,her body stings.Can she be his lady,a sexy substitute for his passion?Will he allow her to penetrate...to pulsate between his fingers,be open to hearing her song.To play along?She wants to mesmorise his mind,be taken from behind.The tune to fill the air,with sincerest care.A neverending song,to be played all night long.