The masked ball
Hiding just behind a mask, wearing no clothes at all, everybody's welcome at the naked kinky ball
Anonymity is guaranteed, no one can see your face, hands may search each other but your mask must say in place
Moving through the hall that night, all in a hypnotic trance, carried along by lust and need, and the music in which we dance
Placed all around the halls are places where people stop and play, others gather to watch the show and join in if they may
Drinks flowing liberally, from Champagne to the finest wine, tastes from every participant, all wet and so devine
Bodies blended as one, feasting on the delights of lust, politeness and etiquette, goes hand in hand with trust
Insatiable appetites are engorged, everyone fed by the kinky balls end, all leave with Anonymity, but every bodies friends
No names were given out, no personal details were even asked, that's the fun of anonymity, the joys of hiding behind the mask
THE KINKY POET