Playful fingers

Playful fingers produce good music
It works like charm; It works like magic

The trick to making her happy

is a little sense of creativity

He plays with her wits

She defends with her fists

But has she been hooked at once

to the man with skillful hands?

He irks her intently

and finds the look on her face so priceless

His fingers are itchy and seems like pretty effortless

how he paints her portrait with a Mona Lisa smile

when he pulls off crappy jokes but delivers it with style

He crafts her mood; lifts her up when she feels bad

He would never want to see her sad

As he tries to give her a perfect glow

He plays with the colors of the rainbow

He stands by her side with all his heart

As passionate as his love for art

The way he comforts makes her linger

for every subtle touch from the tip of his finger

as it runs a smooth rhythm on her skin

The mellow tune tells how at ease she has been

He suavely strums the strands of her hair

as if he’s luring her to sleep

Responses are naïve but still waters run deep

For every stroke vibrates deep down to the core

To his playful fingers she was drawn closer more and more

And each day it gradually progresses

as he gives her sweet caress with artistic finesse

She likes how he cares and handles her gently

like how music is played slowly and elegantly

by PsychoFish