Okay, so as of tonight I need to amend my strict "no-rice" policy as follows:
No Rice with the possible exception of piano-playing Rice. There is nothing sexier than nimble fingers and powerful hands and a piano reverberating with magnificent sound that trails in the air.
He's only 25 according to his bio. Perfect age for me, I'd say. Wouldn't you?
And what is it about listening to the piano that inspires one to daydream? The music swept my mind backwards and made me rewrite the past. Instead of doing nothing when he came back, I said "You're insane" before I pushed him up against a wall and kissed him on the mouth.
2 comments:
wouldn't it be more exact to say, "on the lips?" On the mouth just sounds... off.
stop editing my posts, punk.
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