Night Treats

I've always hated Halloween, Mardi Gras, and all that... Not even as a kid I'd feel OK when my parents forced me to dress up as a cop, thief, animal or any other shitty costume. I hated masks above all. Small eye slits through which I could only see a small part of the world around me, many times without a hole to breathe, leaving me to gasp for air in a second. But I would still wear many different "masks" throughout my life... I don't judge who can enjoy the whole thing. I can even appreciate the originality of a well-thought costume, especially when involved in some kind of satire, be it social or political. Or the sensuality of some costume choices. I can get behind getting loose for a bit, boost your self-confidence, sometimes transpiring sexuality. Ironically, we need a mask to be more authentic, and that's the problem, for me... I don't even know what crossed my mind to say "yes" this year. I'd turned it down, made up some excuses...

Look at me... Look into my eyes, and see how they overflow with lust. If only you'd see yourself through them, never again you'd lower your head or frown your nose when you looked in a mirror... You're fire, and you've made me a pyromaniac. Now taste my lips. Kiss them and feel how they taste of passion. Know that no one else can feel it, simply because it's you... Keep that in mind, and never judge yourself for enjoying a treat after hours. You're a drug, and you've made me addicted. Touch me... Feel the goosebumps on my skin when you do it, and the electric spark when your body gets close to mine. Be aware of that, and never hold back again when I'm near... You're forbidden fruit, and you've made me a sinner. Smell me. And let me smell you. No perfumes or bullshit, I want your raw smell, that odor that takes me to a better place when I lose myself in your hair while you lie your head on my bare chest. You're poison, and you...