Mark

She doesn’t do love songs but with Mark, she does.
She remembered how much she loved music and wondered how she could ever forget.
She’s been with other Marks before.. some old, some new, some almost perfect, some not so.
She was young then, thinking music is something she had to do.
Now she knew how much it became a part of her.
Mark made her marvel at the rapture of the music they created together.

At first she was hesitant, coyly touching, barely breathing.
As confidence grew, she brazenly caressed and worshipped him with her hands.
Long pent-up emotions, ill-forgotten feelings rose to the surface and consumed her.
Sweat started to break in her brow, shivering as they rose to crescendo.
Muscles taut, fingers started to ache as the peak of fulfillment drew near.

AHHH.. as she played the last notes in pianoforte, her finger slipped.
The keys made an almost indistinguishable ugly sound that would make Tsaichovsky wince.
She knew she had the skills but the talent fairy obviously skipped her.
She wiped a tear and sighed, DANG! That was almost purr-fect.