owed to a piano tuner

by Liz Curtis

He fondled his tool
As he sat on the stool
His face showing deep concentration
He poked with his prong
Just to help him along
And my heart thrilled with anticipation

The tones were so deep
My heart gave a leap
So sonorous was the vibration
Whereas tones that were shrill
Caused my heart to stand still
And my spirit to soar with elation

As the handle he turned
My heartstrings all yearned
To attune to his sensual desires
My butt felt amazing
My hammers were blazing
To check out those finely tuned wires

My heart fairly hummed
As the strong fingers strummed
The sound pouring out seemed to soar
Then he slammed down the lid
That'll be forty quid
He said as he walked out the door

Comments

[Rebecca]

Can I have the same treatment foc, please?

[graham]

This is BRILLIANT! Love it...

[Liz Curtis]

Thanks, Graham. :-)

[tori]

Sounds like they are talking about something else but okay