Your Father’s Grand Piano
Imagine, if you can,
The smooth feel,
Of the grand piano,
As we gently make love,
On top of it,
Clothes on the floor,
Lights out,
Curtains shut,
Or indeed curtains open,
If were feeling like exhibitionists,
We shall make love,
All night,
And then wake,
On your father’s grand piano,
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