Untouchable lover

There was comfort in her hands.
Ahead lay crisis and worry
The dragging pall of business
Uncertainty and fear.
Here, backed into her nakedness,
Fingers that travelled over breast and belly
Soothed, like moisture on dry lips.

He felt his swollen penis,
Not hard and bursting
As in carefree days;
Tumescent only, as his mind strayed,
Picturing her whose strangled love
Played on his heart,
Whose soft ripe body
Smothered with passion her man's physique,
Hot in her wild cavortings.

He moved and her hand brushed, then touched,
Fondling to pleasure him,
Then trailing over thigh and breast,
Over bottom and back,
As he arched back onto slim skin leg,
Pressing his flower on silky flesh,
Thrusting within her cupped palm.

His mind stirred like leaves on the ground
Swirling images of bucking bodies,
Placated by her nurse's fingers
Tending his anxious arousal -
A pole-dancer that cannot be touched...

And he longed for the soft breasts and lips
Of his unreachable lover.