A single red rose laid on the grand piano.  Its beauty rivaled the pure white lines of the instrument, its soft petals caressed the wood as if begging it to make love to it.  The room was bathed in the soft morning light and the breeze flowed through the open windows wanting to join in the peacefulness of the room.  White French lace curtains waved quietly welcoming the cool wind into the pure white room.  The large bed stood as a relic against the wall, it's white silk canopy and soft chiffon curtains fell from the ceiling barely hiding the thick bedspread and fluffy white pillows laid carelessly all over it.  As the curtains moved to the rhythm of the wind, the bottom edges caressed the thick, soft carpet that muffled all sounds. The white fainting couch stood in a corner of the room, waiting for its mistress to make it useful.
I walked in and took it all slowly in my mind as if not wanting it to become too familiar too soon.  I was in a dream state, it was the most beautiful room I'd ever seen and it was the perfect setting for what was about to occur.  I was holding your hand and you led me slowly near the piano.  Your hand led mine to your lips as you kissed my open palm.  I felt your wet lips on my hand and I held my breath for a moment, not wanting the feeling to be disturbed by even my own breathing.  You took the rose in your hand and kissed it gently before you caressed my face with it.  I closed my eyes to feel the soft petals against my skin and drink in the remainder of your lips that had kissed the flower. I opened my lips and felt the moisture of the flower and the warmth of your lips still permeated on the petals. With my eyes still closed I felt your hand leading  me to the corner of the piano.  You reluctantly let it go promising to return soon and as you were leaving it the scent of your skin remained on my fingers.  I opened my eyes and fixed them in yours, that loving look in your eyes went straight to my soul and there it remained stamped forever in my heart.
Slowly you moved to the piano bench and sat without taking your eyes off mine.  You opened it and gently placed your fingers on the keys without making a sound.  I waited interminable moments to hear you play.  I knew what it would sound like, I knew that it would be beautiful and the waiting only made me hold my breath in expectancy.  You began to play your beautiful music and it immediately filled my soul with your love and desire.  At first I wanted to concentrate on your music and make the tune familiar in my head, but when that did not occur I let my mind go and let the music envelope my heart and my soul to your tune.  I closed my eyes once again and followed your fingers across the instrument and I became each one of them.  Each movement of each key was felt deep in my heart as the tune touched me, as each note played directly to my heart and to my mind in slow motion.  I heard your words of love in each note you played, I heard you tell me over and over how much you loved me, but your lips never said a word, I heard your words of love through your fingers, through each note you played, through the language of your heart.  The music told me what your mood was, what you were feeling deep in your heart, what your desires were, and what your dreams were all about, you didn't need to say one word, all your phrases were spoken through your music.
You continued playing your beautiful songs, and time flew by and neither one of us knew where it went.  We didn't care, we didn't know time existed, we didn't need it.  When you finally stopped I took a deep breath,  the feeling in my body was incredible.  I didn't know how to express it, it had moved me but I didn't dare violate it with meaningless words.  It was an inexplicable feeling that only lovers recognize, that only lovers can feel, that only lovers perceive.   My love for you understood yours and our souls reunited in one.  We no longer needed verbal communication to tell each other how we felt, everything was said in one note.
You stopped playing and carefully and quietly closed the lid.  Your face turned to mine while your hands rested on the cool white wood of our favorite instrument.  Your eyes made love to mine and the smile on my face told you that I loved every second of your beautiful music.  You played our songs, those tunes you wrote for us, for our love, for the feeling of love we felt for each other.
There was no more to be said, all our love and passion was expressed by your fingers and the tunes you played.  You moved slowly toward me, our eyes fixed on each others,  your hand reached for mine, you took it and the sensation of the heat of your body touching mine sent my senses flying to our moon.  Your hand moved up my arm and caressed my skin ever so gently that only the hair on my skin felt it.  You stopped at my neck and softly cupped my head that laid on your hand.  My eyes closed but I felt your body heat close to mine.  I heard myself give a small cry of pleasure when I felt your lips close in on mine on a gentle kiss.