His fingers played
my body
like a pianist
plays his keys
He knew
what I needed
He knew
how to please
This was my desire
even for only
an hour
forcing worries
from my mind
offering
 vacation time
Pleasure poured
from his fingertips
as I slipped
from reality
questioning my
mortality
It wouldn’t
be right
to bear this
collage of thoughts
I hold
but this massage
trumps value
of the purest gold

LScott © 2013