Tip toed in spin stopping in breath Hand hold's the mask, floor stands in still I promptly recall your scent from a time A market from years, a long time ago.
That day you were masked as you are here right now Your voice that I heard, hair brown in flow Upward in thrust each questioning eyes Hand pushed aside gives a what, kind of stare.
Her dress light in hem fondles the air Eyes dance about with the odd glance of dare He takes on lead right from under her feet Hold's to his time, not loosing a beat.
Hall's filled with masks, masking away Cape's sweep the floor, drama sin play Hand on the small, the small of her back Together they come clothed skin to skin
ty Sg for putting out this challenge, one for sure I truly loved writing, a place where penned romance can be.......let's say lived and thought. If only for a short while. Although it would sure be a nice added feature to life lol. Cheers.
Comments (13)
Together they come clothed skin to skin
This is exquisite, love it.
Wow! Blew my mind! This is COOL!
Thanks for coming to the Masquerade Ballroom Party!
Please enjoy the food and wine there too
Jon
Nice touch...loved reading this one
Martina xxx
Jon
Great entry....Enjoyed the read.
Regards Mick.