She looked at him with ill-concealed desire.
Taut and young, he was the color of raw ebony, waiting longingly to be caressed by her expert hands.
In a quick stride, she was by him, touching, teasing, living out her unfulfilled fantasies.
Finally, after all those years of denial, Saira had her very own grand piano.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
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