Poetry is blood in word form… “Masquerade”

What is behind the mask worn... / In this most subtle charade? / That which keeps your inner beauty... / Hidden in the quiet shade? / Vanilla layers tell lies of you... / Instead of displaying it on parade. / Yes you're fully covered... / In the spectacle of the masquerade. / Close the door and come with me... / You'll find you'll be exposed. / The mask gently removed... / Your submissiveness disclosed. / On your knees and looking up at me... / My aura encircles and excites / You'll find yourself dripping wet... / As your Dom holds court tonight. / To touch and be touched in such diverse... / And sweetly twisted ways, / Your orgasms are mine created by me... / As they come in waves. / As the door once again opens... / You will return to the masquerade, / Memories of your submissive plight... / Are a subtle smile that never fades. / Yes we'll find more to make us smile... / As we plumb your quiet shade... / It won't be so quiet anymore... Ever again, / I promise that in spades. - The Dark Decurion

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