Drama 0, Amateurism 10

My skills as a thespian aren’t up to the task
the brush in my hand limited  
but being closer I wear a mask  
 
Pretending to capture you in a painting  
minds eye more revealing  
the friction of bodies mating  
 
Or maybe I act nonchalantly on time  
as my eyes spy you enchanted by him  
laughter suggesting he can ring your chime  
 
He takes liberties with his hands  
so close I feel like I might choke  
have a good idea where you will land  
 
I look as if I could a stare him away  
being logical not well in demand  
send him off so I can play  
 
Dive deep in a passionate embrace  
shedding clothes to get on the one  
Even in the raunchiest we can find grace  
 
A few days for Halloween tricks and treats  
sugar found with every motion of you  
energy so intense the monsters retreat