It is a Tuesday afternoon
she appears decked in black and white.
Soon she is everyone’s sweetheart.
He wants nothing to do with her
curls his lip and grits at her poise
and how she always gets checked out
but secretly, he can not stop
hearing the music in her voice.
A seed is growing inside him.
She takes in his stares, fantasies:
flurry of hands pounding her frame
fumbling furiously for the keys
to release her cry of pleasure.
And one night, he can not take it
he storms out in his underwear
to submit her to those cries
break her silence with hard fingers
and force himself on her, over, and over
until she sings those notes for him.
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