The Masquerade

Heading to a celebration, in not the greatest part of the city,
She doubted it was a good idea, looking for a carriage in the vicinity.
Darkness crept velvet black, as the crier lit the lantern light,
She headed towards her destination, heels clicking in their flight.

Her dress peeked out beneath her cloak, she gripped closed in distrust,
Noticing the difference in the people, from the day until the dusk.
In her mind, awareness increases, and was doubled by the dark;
People pass, no eye contact, because then stares are not so stark.

She passes by an eerie alleyway, seeing shadows looming within,
She tries to ignore the darker places, her hair standing up on end.
Vendors of the unknown come out, to sell their wares in the night,
Precarious women appear in doorways, hiding from the light.

A hand reaches out of the blackness, causing her heart to skip a beat,
Seeing a carriage coming close: She almost leaps into the street.
The carriage stopped; She clambered in, closing the door in distress,
Peering back at that alleyway, to see who gave her a strange caress.

A figure stands in the shadows, dark eyes and a dark brimmed hat,
She could not make out his face; a silhouette was only that.
The carriage pulls up to the party, reveling people flow the entryway,
She curiously step down and out, to hear the start of music play.

Entering to greet her hosts, drunk and dancing people everywhere,
She left to freshen up her appearance, being watched, yet unaware.
Joining the party, making her way through masks of color and design,
She sips on a fluted glass and felt a hand touch her from behind.

Turning, she looked up to see, the masked face all in black,
He said,' Your beautiful, for this dance I'm compelled to act?'
She felt a kind of mystery in his eyes, and a challenge in his voice,
His eyes felt like they saw inside her, as he waited for her choice.

He navigated her though the dance floor, cutting past the crowd.
She asked,“Where are we were going?” He said the music was too loud.
Into the garden he led her, where the guests were very few,
Under a tree he spun her a round, in a dance that felt so new.

He danced her all around the tree, under a full moon that night,
He abruptly stopped, kissed her deeply, molding her body tight.
The passionate overwhelming kisses, took her breath away,
Her resolve began to melt, her mind began to sway.

His lips moved down her throat, her skin tingled where he touched,
Feeling his hands through material, she wanted him so much.
He pushed her up against the tree trunk, and lifted up her skirt,
Behind the tree nobody could see, with her garters he did flirt.

His hands were deft as he opened, the stays of her bodice,
Lips searing over her breasts, his movements were immodest.
She felt her fevered burning flesh, as he pulled her garments away,
Practiced fingers everywhere, her mind screamed, “Flee or stay?”

He put his leg between her knees; her legs were partly spread,
She felt his touch lightly at first, her mind's choices verily fled.
His movement quickened, her mind raced a sigh escaped her lips,
A river of sensation came over her, from his burning fingertips.

He felt that she was ready, and his hardness entered her inside,
His movements were in smooth strokes; her escape had truly died.
She wrapped her leg around his hip, letting him penetrate her depth,
Kisses deep and passionate, her release was soon not kept.

Their breath mingled, two as one, hearts were flaring like the sun,
They both unleashed their built desires, bodies melted into one.
His mouth’s heat consumed her lips; she was dazed from delight,
When the spinning in her mind stopped, she was alone in the night.

Walking home through the winding streets, at the celebration's end,
The dark of night's last fragments fade, the colors then ascend.
She remembered when she returned; the king’s guard searched the ground,
For a pirate that was outlawed by the king, no trace was ever found.

Her thoughts of making love to him, from under the stars that night,
Made her steps move quicker, and her face flushed from the excite.
She passed the darkened alleyway, where a stranger had reached out,
Knowing that it had to be him, who had then followed her about.

Wondering if she would ever see him, for his touch had moved her heart,
This mysterious pirate with darkened features; his lovemaking was an art.
Two ships in the night passing by, through a room of masks on a parade,
Never would she in all her life, forget her dark lover at the masquerade