I pull up to the curb in front of your house on a rainy fall evening. One of your tenants is sitting on the front porch, and his eyes study me curiously as I breeze through the gate leading to the back unit. I knock on your door and your pale blue eyes noticeably brighten when you open it to greet me. You envelop me in a hug and lean down to give me a warm, gentle kiss.
You pour me a glass of wine and I relax into a chair with my legs curled beneath me, a jungle of plants surrounding me. You’ve been promising to play the piano for me, so you sit down and page through a well-worn booklet of Bach pieces. You settle on a piece and begin to play. Your long, elegant fingers glide across the keys, and your face softens. The way your expressions change as you play is incredibly sexy, and I am drawn to the passion you exhibit toward your craft.