I suppose you notice me staring - Mary Beth Mitchell

I assemble at ease on the piano bench




Allowing the piece to pour from my fingertips

Feeling the tenderness of your smile on my back



You draw closer behind me

And slip your hands around my waist

To slide me over and give it a try



As the melody flows from my fingers to yours

I marvel at your ability

And gaze at your gleaming face



I suppose you notice me staring



You turn and kiss my lips

In a way I’ve never experienced



Your tongue knots with mine

And I can’t help but smile

As the metal in your mouth grazes my lip



My breathing steadily quickens

As I sense the heat of your body

Burning into mine



We gradually move in synchronization

And lift ourselves from the seat

As we glide over to the bed

And slowly maneuver into a comfortable position



Your hand seems to locate my thigh

And is quickly acquainted enough to flutter up my skirt



I attempt to be a tease

But it somehow gets inverted

And as I draw back just slightly out of reach



You catch me by surprise

And utter those words I’ve been longing to hear



They trickle slowly off your tongue

And the beauty of it fills the room



It absorbs my thoughts sufficiently enough

To soar into another long and desirable kiss



As I realize you wait for a reply

I look back at you and whisper

“Oh sorry, I love you too”