Masquerade: Disrobe.

I've surrendered a thousand times,
I'm back down on my knees again.
I'm exhausted from waiting for you,
My most gorgeous phantom man.

Remove your mask for me,
We have left the masquerade.
Clothing to descend at last,
I'm ready for my bliss again.

Quiver as I enter your being,
Trace my fingers up your spine.
Perfection lies right before me,
Bearing twinkle in his eyes.

Reviews

[Invisible]

he sounds dreamy, is he dreamy? wish you luck in finding him lol.

[Kaylor Mason]

Lucky this isn't the Masque of the Red Death. That would be called "lethal love-making"

[johnnyqueer]

Haha, that will be my next piece ^_^