My apologies to those more easily embarrassed as this poem is a bit …well….adult.  My intention was to titillate, not offend.  Perhaps a warm thought before the night ahead….Happy New Year to you all….

How I must confess my sins

From the gondola you stretched out your leg to rise.

Shod in slides and silk from toe to thigh

I stole a glimpse…a flash of flesh sublime

Your mask was transcendental.

You arose as a goddess supreme with a smile that made devils blush.

A feather and a sequin, your costume so seraphic

Lewd thoughts spun ‘round my filthy skull

Do masquerade my ossessione.

The air is thick with lust and the fire of Erasmus.

Our eyes meeting for a moment…a teasing glance upon the dance floor.

In a hallway under a flickering flame, I wrest you.

We fall upon coats and cloaks atop a chamber rest.

Gripping and twisting, we are one at long last.

Flesh upon flesh, profound passion is now our religion.

I am released and thrown to the stars with sweat slung away!

You stand before me with a piercing eye.

Through your jewels and feathers, I know what you won’t say.

The musicians play perfection down the hall.

Your gondola falls away into the haze of the steamy, moonlit night.

Scott Palmer –