Midnight

Piercing eyes embrace
behind the unfeeling mask
taking me in and caressing all of me
like the soft light of the candles
on the table.
Two stars on a dark figure
in a dark room
calling to the forbidden desires
of my heart.
Alone
on a bed of midnight,
elaborate pretense thrown aside.
A strange fever on my lips,
a dangerous tingle in my skin
heightened by the temptation
tracing the outline of my mouth
pulling me forward into lips
cold and full
that swallow doubt
and pour out devastating passion.
I drink my fill until I drown
and the candles on the table
burn out.