12 September 2012
By invitation only, are you allowed to enter A room inside a grand Georgian house
With lavish furnishings of affluence You could enter alone or with a spouse
Every pore of the house was dripping wealth Everything pristine and in its place
Captivating artwork hung proudly on the walls The eyes of history stared from a painted face
I am led to a door, of deep purple gloss A smiling face then takes my hand
A black silk eye mask is carefully placed Over my eyes, seduction is all part of the plan
Again a hand takes me into the room The door is closed and I am left alone
I'm hit by a sultry blend of Jasmine and Vanilla Stimulated desires within me now freely roam
I hear another door open and gently close Soft footsteps approach my quivering self
That's when I could feel him stood there A presence of seduction to which I melt
I then feel feathery touches upon my arm Then up to my face and my willing neck
Standing closer, I can smell him now Inside I am feeling like a smouldering wreck
Burning desire is rushing through my veins I'm trying to keep myself very calm
I'm wanting to savour this heavenly moment Around my waist I then feel his strong arm
With sheer excitement I let out a weak gasp Then I feel a teasing finger upon my lips
My knees are feeling weak and disorientated I hold him close, we are now entwined hips
With moans of deep rooted pleasure, we kiss His lips are succulent and so very soft
No longer are we merely masked strangers That momentary line has now been crossed
Clothes are frantically strewn across the room An eager and fervent wanting takes a hold
Right there and then I am taken into him A sensualistic fornication of positions untold
We lay there breathless and so very satisfied A post coital contentment replaces the lust
Thanking me, he leaves the room with a kiss Will I return to The Masked Room?, indeed I must
©Kim Brown 12th September 2012
The Masked Room • Opuss № I