Pale feathers shielded eyes inked black with passion,
kohled, surrounded satin,
smouldered spark,
templed pulses, throat betrayed, with flutter, fanned desire,
silk neck adorned of pearls
clasped at back.
Fingers fussed release at all tight fastened,
white robe of velvet shuffled,
heaped to floor,
corset fumbled urgent fascination,
lips and hands possessing hearts’ desire,
possessed, possessor, pleading each for more.
Mask and heels and stockings still bedecked while
flashing eyes and stumbles
tripped to bed,
semi-dressed for ball, quite uninvited,
normalised by marital,
newly weds!
Okay, this might count as ‘mask with romantic‘ if I wasn’t extracting the Michael a bit. Just a wee bit. Time to get out of the sun, I think. Too much fun in the sun to be had with masks. Must get a visor…
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