Masquerade Enchantment
Reflection
In the realm of mystery, two figures entwine,
Adorned in masks of gold, their beauty divine.
With eyes closed, they surrender to the night,
Their crimson dresses whispering secrets of delight.
The feathers dance upon their heads, a wondrous sight,
As they embody the magic of the masquerade's light.
Their lips, a promise of forbidden pleasure,
Invite the viewer to step into their mystic treasure.
In this world of hidden truths and veiled desires,
The masks they wear become the keys to their heart's fires.
A tale of duality, of selves both hidden and revealed,
In the swirling dance of shadows, their beauty is concealed.
Yet, in their stillness, a story unfolds,
Of the masks we wear, and the selves we're told.
To embrace the mystery, to let go of the known,
And in the enchantment, find the beauty that's sown.