the masquerade

 
sultry night taste my delights in the darkened kingdom
where the great masquerade is in procession
feeling the pull of the macabre you are at once enchanted

delicious women in all stages of undress amuse you
but you can't take your eyes off of one
a red headed lass with a challenging gaze
there is just something about her
so with great flair you present yourself

little dreamer fantasizes about the dark
it calls her to the edge for a fatal encounter
she smiles as you approach not knowing the danger

suave and with style you take her to the dance floor
writhing to the rhythm she is feeling you
under a trance you make your advance
she doesn't deny you entry

pulsing pleasure her swollen bud stretches to encompass you
tight and willing she rises to greet your thrusts
then you bite to her delight drinking her to near death
in the death's throes she orgasms

porcelain cold to the touch
she was a little too eager
you move on to the next
a little brunette, your appetite whetted