The mask slipped

Lady Gaga – Poker Face remix

The simmering soft
Rising simmer
My muse
Pretends
In measured movements
Her struggle to maintain
A silence feigned
Desperate to restrain
For she cannot dare to speak
The words that would cause
The very smoke rising
To reignite
In a fire consuming

Pretends
Not to look
At her desires
Straight on
Yet
She cannot look away
So her eyes
Capture the center
Of desire
In the peripheral

Yet her stolen glances
Are apprehended
By his eyes

Her mask silently slipped
The simmering fire
Rising boil
The churning
Returning
The gentle caress
Soft stroke along her shoulder
As his burning kiss finds home
upon her neck
The fire springs to life
As pretending
Comes to an ending