After Ten Minutes

She lies down on her white, pristine bed
back facing up, her eyes resolutely staring at the wall
She waits for no one
but yet her body is poised, in such a way...
it suggests an ache of longing,
a touch, just a light skim
of tender fingers down her spine
A gentle, unnatural embrace from the back
a light kiss at the back of the neck...
Oh, the list is endless!

Therefore, succumbed to unwanted needs,
A stranger shared her bed
after ten minutes.