Venetian Ball.

Faces hidden behind masks,
At the Venetian dance,
Taking in the opulence of the night,
Only eyes seen, taking a glance,

Violins harps and flutes play,
While the room is a swirl of movement,
Under the dimmed light of the chandelier,
The masks creating a perfect illusion,

Not knowing what lies underneath,
Just connection through the eyes,
The touch and the voice,
Masking your expression the great disguise,

Hushed whispers between man and woman,
Men waiting to unwrap the costume,
Looking to see what's underneath,
He breaths you in, the sweet smell of perfume,

An intimate experience,
With mysticism and magic,
The atmosphere electric and erotic,
Barriers to the masks and fabric,

Men in tails and perfect attire,
Women in wigs and flowing dress,
Common factor the same,
The mask adding curiosity and finesse,

The huge ballroom echoes the sounds,
Of women's heels,
And hearts,
That masked men steal,

Invitation only,
No guest uninvited,
The Venetian ball,
Where hearts are united.