tantalising nights.
Its an underground world
boasting seductive delights.
In hand I have an invite
to a private Masquerade Ball.
As I arrive my eyes absorb the
extravagance of a grand hall.
Sensual debauchery hypnotises
and beckons me within.
Eroticism wears the hallmark
screaming the word sin.
Eyes from behind a mask
pull me into a forbidden lair.
I'm heady becoming high
on the owners lustful stare.
The allure and charm of their
persona I easily ingest.
Walking over I know I'm being
visually undressed.
No words are exchanged
as my admirer pulls me in close.
All my senses inhale his charisma
in a lethal overdose.
As we taste each others lips
the world now revolves around us.
We are lost in the moment
controlled by a tune called lust.
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