Behind the mask
We all hide in a persona fit for this masquerade.
No one in the night knows past the disguise,
How is it that I know you when I look in your eyes,
A stranger to this place, new to this private parade.
Dark is the colors of that three piece suit you wear,
A face hidden under the mask, dark eyelashes capture,
My lust for what I see, my body is shivered into rapture,
Tingles of an unusual kind infect me when in your eyes I stare.
Who is that man behind the mask, I hear your voice,
Like a snowflake melting in the sun stoked desert heat,
I am belonging to this stranger, moments after we meet,
Already surrendering, my body gives me no other choice.
The champagne licked lips are burning for yours to feel,
Pleasure upon pressure, lipstick red and all to willing,
Moments are just wasting in the time we are killing,
The chemistry is right, we're infused, spectacularly real.
My body moves the music, fitting right into your space.
Never had I felt arms so controlling and strong,
I am anxious to experience our own private song,
You wrap me up in your leather while I'm lost in lace.
I am getting high on the touch of your hands on my skin,
The rawness of primal pleasure in physical fitness,
This night, masked in a dreamlike fantasy, I witness,
An exotic night dressed and devoured as a harlequin.
September 29, 2014