Touches Unknown

Naked, lying in bed.
Caresses and kisses
Burning in her head
And body and soul.
But the body she dreamt of
Was not her betrothed…
But another,
His friend
From long ago.
Thoughts of him
Like sparks on hot coals.
The desire of the taboo
Increased her fire tenfold.
His painter’s hands…
Much like her own,
Must hold some magic…
If only she could know!
This was not a matter
Of love, but of lust;
For her one and only
Had keys to her heart.
And her passion,
That he fueled quite well.
But… these touches unknown
From one she had not…
Well, that was something
To keep her hot.