Lady Behind the Mask

Lady Behind the Mask

A Poem by John Preston
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Well this is a real person on a web site, we are friends. I wonder what she looks like behind that mask.

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Young at heart enjoying life
Is she a glamour girl, genteel
I see you smoke what a joke
Don’t knock, young so unfair
Forty and more you had your draw...


 Nice to see you enjoying one self
So you should, young,free, life
Your not a joker to anyone
You know the rules so not fair
Lady hiding, playing,teasing
joking just for fun.


 Petite, proper you my seem
Lucky partner part of your team
Don’t lecture, she could be a mom
Mystery surrounds beyond see


 I wonder if the young damsel behind
that screen has brown hair, oh to
engulf it’s aromatic flavor sweet taste
Eye’s brown to dazzle enchant to
takes so many and throw away


 A beautiful smile to ignite inflame
Cheeks so, so sweet soft to touch
like holding so gently a peach to eat
Teeth i’m sure white as snow, but
not like those on show


 Slim slender hands, Woops don’t
drop that glass delicate as thee
Yes your shoes if we could see,
missing one that night, homeward
bound upon your carriage before
the hour of midnight strikes go


 Lips, those lips for saying hello
touch with finger tip would garnish
Lip to lip chocolate melts, unwrap
Taste not like salt, only you know
Sensual feeling to ones toes
Velvet touch softly go’s
How many hearts broken in two
Not knowing enjoying a kiss from you

© 2014 John Preston


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Thank you. It is of a person who is holding the mask on the photo. I only know her on the F.B site.
So I asked her if she minded , it was a little cool.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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John Preston
John Preston

Ashbourne, Derbyshire Dales, United Kingdom



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I'm past my time not long to go, but ha I'll just keep going, day by day one step at a time. I can not write but I try poetry, rime a little story. Please comment as you feel. It's good to know. Dy.. more..

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