Sinful Sight

Welcome to tonight's show,
Sit down in the first row,
Feel the tension in the room,
Either salvation or your doom.  
 
Sound of droplets, mysterious mist,  
Perchance hiding a deadly beast,
Two dark spots nearing the wall,
Feeding your hunger with it all.  
 
You envy those fingers touching her hips,
You loathe the water stream on her nips,
You hate the confident smile on her breasts,
 You wonder if they accept midnight guests.  
 
Silent lips promise you sweet nothings,
But you know you are going to take it all.