Sinful

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*** WARNING: This poem contains sexual themes. If you are sensitive to explicit material, you may want to skip this poem. ***

My ballgown midnight black

Features hidden with a lace mask

My lips painted scarlet red

The clicking of my stilettos the only words being said


My eyes twinkle with mirth as I smirk at a pair of hauntingly familiar eyes

Yours search mine with hint of stunned surprise as snow begins to fall

And you find yourself unable to resist my beck and call


"May I have this dance?" You ask

"What a gentleman" I muse, impressed

"I'm always a gentleman" you say as you take my hand

Pressing them to your lips, a gentle kiss


Twinkling stars in the winter sky

My façade slowly melting away

Vulnerable in the moment

Wanting to stay


I grit my teeth in frustration

I'm only here for satisfaction

My idle hands start to wander

Our bodies pressing closer

Lips, tongue, teeth, neck

As I oblige to all your requests

To me you are just another conquest

Hot breath clouding the air as we find our quick release


Leaving you there haphazardly

Turning around, walking away abruptly

"Wait, love, what's your name?" You call from behind me

My disposition already cracking

Tears already falling

Grabbing my wrist and pulling back in

Your chest still heaving, your pulse still racing


I tear my arm from your grasp

Trying to speak but only making strangled gasps

Desperately clutching your collar as I give you one last searing kiss

Then push you away, disappearing into the darkness


My face contorting in pain

Ripping my mask away

Blindly running towards nowhere

Somewhere, anywhere, but here


This wasn't supposed to happen

Why do I feel so broken?

The hurt in his features still so prominent

Why is it even pertinent?

This game is no longer my game

I wanted to tell him my name

I wanted to stay

But it was too late

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