suspense

I’ll play a few simple melodies on the piano for you, 
'cause I know how my music fuels your deepest longing.

I’ll set my glass down, 
start playing, and you’ll be 
sitting in the chair across from me, 
gradually emptying your glass of whiskey.

I know exactly what you’re aching for: 
to come over, 
to rip off my shirt, 
and kiss me with a fierce, burning urgency.

But I’m not rushing— 
I want every moment to stretch out, 
the tension building like the slow, mounting suspense of a Hitchcock thriller.

Every note I play will deepen the craving, 
the anticipation growing more unbearable with each chord. 
I want to see those wicked sparks 
flicker in your eyes, 
the heat between us becoming almost unbearable.

I want this longing to consume you, 
intoxicating you more than any whiskey ever could. 
Only God knows how much you’re 
fired up with desire, 
hungrily awaiting the moment 
when I finally possess you beyond measure.


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