She Loves to Play the Piano

She has other interests in life, whether that means running her own business, or traveling on those rare occasions when she has time, but she always takes time to maintain her health —to run if the weather permits, or take Jazz class on days when she isn’t working out in the gym —although the problem with the gym is that the sweaty muscle-bound men smile and  stare at her —asking her for her number in between sets of squats—and that has proven annoying enough that she avoids the gym and does some of her weight workouts at home when she can. She can meet any man she wants, but chooses only the best —a man who is masculine and self-assured, but not conceited, but also a man who understands romance and respects the independence of a quality woman, yet leads her with his strength when she needs it and wants it.  She hasn’t found that man yet, but then, is not one who has the time or inclination to actively search.

When she was young, her parents paid for piano lessons, and she took to music quite easily, advancing in the ranks to a point that, although not a virtuoso, or concert pianist, she could play just about anything she wanted freely, with lively abandon—allowing the notes and rhythm to cascade throughout her soul, allowing her mind to wander to the far off places that the music tended to create within her mind: running on a deserted beach in the Maldives, drinking coffee at a café in Paris, drinking beer at a honky-Tonk in Nashville, or sitting in a romantic restaurant with her lover, sipping an elegant red wine, and sharing it with a kiss.

She never knows when the occasion will present itself, but she loves to either play the piano or read a little bit.  The piano at home is a Steinway, with a comfortable chair, and it sits next to a long window, and sometimes, the neighbors can see her play.  If she’s at the hospital, possibly visiting a sick friend, she will go down to the coffee shop and start playing at the piano there for the public, and she will likely play a classical piece such as Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, then, take a sip of her latte, and go home.  And of course, the people who listen to her, ask her to play more and she will try if she has time, because they need to hear something good in the setting of sickness and stress.

If she invites her man over, on a special night, she’ll have candles and red wine, and wear a skimpy outfit that shows her feminine assets as he watches her in rapture, not just from the music, but also, her radiant smile.  She starts off with Beethoven’s Fur Elise, and invites him over to sit with her as she plays, and then, when she finishes, they kiss with a gentle passion that cannot be avoided.  They do a “Bouder Schach” wine embrace, kiss again, and then, she livens things up with Jerry Lewis fast -paced, Great balls of fire:  goodness gracious you shake my nerves and rattle my brains.”  And then perhaps, the two of them sing:  Sweet Caroline, by Neal Diamond, and then perhaps Billy Joel’s Piano Man.

And then, he takes her soft hand, gently kisses her neck and embraces her so that their bodies form a sensual mold that is to be, and he takes her hand to lead the beautiful pianist up stairs to the bed, where the music continues in a steamy rhythm of an undulating symphony that they both create and conduct together, because that is the way, it must be.

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