In the Mask

My long red dress slid through the floor as I walked Step by step I wen down the stairs, whispers so loud I heard them talk My hair was held back by my black mask I got crowded with questions I was being asked I slid through for some red wine A white masked guy held his hand out to mine My hands on his shoulders and his on my hips Locked eye to eye and lips to lips Our masks made us mysterious In the inside we were delirious