Masque

Quietly, shyly, she moves unseen,

Hair pulled back, expression most severe,

Pencil tuck’d with care behind her ear.

In pencil skirt and blouse of muted green,

Behind her spectacles, her eyes severe,

Posture strict, her countenance austere.

An elegant composure, so serene,

Self –assuredness, plain and sincere,

Yet all the while, a careful built veneer.

When darkness falls, her truest self is seen,

A being of pure passion doth appear,

Goddess in high heels and black brazier.

Hair let down in shining golden sheen,

Glasses tossed aside so cavalier,

Day’s persona quick to disappear.

As guest arrives, activities convene,

Wherein she makes her dark intentions clear,

She’ll be his toy – o’er her he’ll domineer.

Ravaged in a manner most unclean,

Wrists bound, lest she try to interfere,

Her moans of ecstasy his souvenir.

Night’s end marks the closing of the scene,

She wraps herself in something sleek and sheer,

And dreams in beauty, ‘til the morning’s near…

When quietly, shyly, she moves unseen,

Hair pulled back, expression most severe,

Pencil tuck’d with care behind her ear.


© Jackson Cambridge, 2016.

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