Who are you this time? Ball is over time to go home.Masquerader who took your coat? Ball is over time to go home but the music keeps playing and it drowns out my pain as we keep swaying and the tick of the clock somewhere out in the square and the horses are waiting like thieves in the night my chariot stands drenched in moonbeams evanescent light
Engraved in my mind is the sound of your voice and it resonates one, two, three and four. Your hand clutches my waist as the pale lights bathe us across the dance floor.Your face is so close I smell your desire and the smooth way your hardness plays soft with the music glides me into your arms, Masquerader who are you tonight?
Your dark hair cascades down the nape of your neck as my fingers brush lightly across it and your mouth curves in mysteries too deep to fathom inclusive of all that you are. A Lord, a Marauder, a thief in the night stealing my breath with your sighs hanging heavily in the soft shimmering lights engulfing my soul with the resonant sound of your heart beating rhythmically to the music and mine so close I could whisper your name, Masquerader who are you tonight?
The moon intergrades with the sound of the sighs whispered under your breath as you guide me around the dance floor and I wonder and ponder the thrill of your arms beneath the smooth silk of your shirt as it plays like a kiss on your skin Masquerader who are you I wonder again as the sound of the clock in the square rings midnight and I am no closer than nearer to you in this moment than I ever have been in my life.
I stumble and mumble; you smile under your mustache so dark and so smooth and I feel the rough ache of your face next to mine pulling me closer much closer than that and I know you can feel my heart pounding deep into your chest in rhythm with yours so steady and strong my breath catches somewhere in my throat.
Oh Masquerader your breath burns my throat and I want to lie down in your arms and I know that you know that you own me this moment, you own me this moment so take me to places where I’ve never been like the places that live in my mind where a dark handsome Lord in a silk tailored coat rides up on a white steed and whisks me away into the moonlight, oh Masquerader is this just another one of my fancies, a fairy tale dream in the night?
Don’t let the music stop playing let it go on forever eternal inside of my mind as you lift me up into your arms and twirl me across the dance floor and moonbeams immerse us like nymphs in the night. The ball is over time to go home the ball is over time to go home but the music keeps playing a tune I have heard in my mind so many times before. I must clutch you tight around your neck to believe I hold you inside of my heart I don’t want to go home let the music play on, I want more Masquerader I know who you are.
Sharon Lynn Van Meter
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