The piano.

Fingers glissading and caressing every black and white slither. Waltzing their way through a harmonious symphony, every fingerprint leaves its mark again and again on the face of every hum, every key. The result; an orgy of highs and lows, of beauty and of pain, of hunger and of satisfaction. The four keys or so which consummate every chord dance their way through, and sensually touch the eardrums, beating playfully with soft, soft breaths. Each note leaves the listener yearning for more, for that last drop to quench the unsatiable thirst, the last crumb to satisfy the hunger.