Phantom

Your mask conceals your face, and I only know you as my phantom lover.

The one with the mask.

The cape.

The finger-less gloves.

The calloused fingertips and hard touch.

The guttural moans and animalistic grunts.

Inside me, you drive relentlessly. Spasming, pistoning, bringing me to the brink of insanity.

Your release comes with passionate moans, and I feel you withdraw from my body and then the room entirely.

Gone.

Unknown.

A mystery.

I return to the party, eyeing each costumed individual.

Wondering, considering.

Who are you?