Will You Join Me At The Ball?

A week went by of total anxiety.

I'm awaiting your phone call.

I got that hotel room you wanted

The one that looks over the masquerade ball.

Everyone will be wearing dark masks

And ours will be hooked over the dining room chair

The music from outside will be our rhythm

While I pull five fingers of mine through your hair

Our breathing will collide

This is such a daring act…

Anyone can see us now

With my chest against your back

Your forehead and palms pressed against our 4th floor window

Your groans and sighs fogging up the scene

This is how I've always pictured you

Losing control with my hands in between…

A sudden knock at the door

Intensifies the strength of your left leg.

You try to close them quickly

But your heat makes you want it more instead

So you fold your arm above my head

As you latch onto the back of mine

While I press you harder where you care for it most

And I can feel that it's nearly your time.

Though now I can see your husband.

He's furiously ripping off masks

This fascinates my finger tips fiercely

As i feed from his jealousy love cask

Your legs are trembling beneath you

And i pacify you with my finger as you scream

As you took your clothes and left to run into your husband

He's now curious to where you've been

At that time I walked passed you both

Grinning through my fake face

As you tell him that you love him
While you lick your lips at me through your embrace.