Handsome faces,
Masquerade *****,
Masked here, masked there,
Champagne glasses raised,
Hoots and songs,
Sittin on the corner an unknown,
Black masked,
Memorizing his surrounding,
Hands gracefully piled across that broad chest,
Beaming a smile,
Thrashing the scars in her heart,
As she walks to him,
With the clock ticking 12 a.m,
She places a key and leaves,
In her room,
He enters with warmth,
There she stands under the moonlight,
Her body arousing,
Like ashen bodies they collide,
With each ****** she exclaims in pleasure,
Her legs locked,
Her fingers in his hair,
She compels him,
When done,
They lie together hand in hand,
Kissing in such intimacy,
As if one of them may leave,
In his ear she whispers,
Baby, please don't go,
But she knows that a one night stand can never stay,
Never will it be considered love.