Stranger

Beast hidden behind the mask he wears that doesn't exist.
Alluring is the word that rings to my ears whenever he is beside himself tempting me over the edge of release.
He doesn't know me, but he knows my name, my body in ways existent only on the high tide of fantasy.
"You've made me wait long enough baby girl, give me whats mine."
Is the tone that growls to me, swept from his stance behind me.
I love this dance, a stranger to me, but between my sheets he is all knowing, a heat that belongs.
He brings me to climatic chains holding my body to this world, as my mind transcends to the clouds.
I thinks if heaven were real this be it. Stranger in my bed, I know the name but not the face.
His impression will last on my skin for nights to come, a reminder of the pain within pleasure that will always be in memory.
But if a stranger how did he know my name??