Masquerade


Dressing for the evening…
tonight the color’s black
a tightly fitted corset
laced up her back.

Thigh highs and heels
sure to draw his eyes
as she walks into the room
behind her disguise.

Blood red lips
tasting of wine,
tonight she’s the vixen
Darkness Divine

Wondering if he’ll know
or if he’ll turn away
from the hidden desires
she’s put on display.

He walks up to her,
without knowing why,
unable to resist
that sly little smile

The fragrance is familiar,
"But no, it can't be so!"
Were this his lover…
surely he would know.

An irresistible urge,
a need to feel…
his hand grazes her waist,
causing her mind to reel

Taking her hand
He’s lead astray,
into the darkness
where they might play

She pulls him in
to a kiss so mysterious…
infused with desire
becoming delirious

As his hand slips
under her dress,
skin so bare
meets with his caress

In breathless anticipation
a soft moan escapes her lips,
her wetness… her ache…
at his fingertips.

Passions rising
heated lust in the air
pushing him back
he falls into a chair…

Kneeling before her lover
eyes burning with need
all her want raging,
she must feed…

Mouth on his flesh
the salty taste of his skin…
carnal cravings
searing within.

Filled with the spirit
of this Hallows’ Eve,
a darkness penetrates
and she seeks no reprieve.

Rising from her prey
she removes the mask…
licking her lips
on indulgence she’ll bask.

Copyright ©, 2004, Tammy S. Hoover