PART II: THE QUEEN

She walks towards me,

I can feel her heat.

In a moment she is in my embrace and we are dancing;

Not just any dance...

But a dance so innocent,

A dance so sensual,

A dance so passionate in it's simplicity,

That it touches the very heart of my existance,

My very soul.

My heart beats furiously,

Emotions I didn't know I had are exposed;

The Crimson Passion Flows!

How I have arrived at these sensations I know not,

I only know that I do not want them to end.

I look into my partner's face for the answers,

I search her features for a sign,

But all I find are a pair of striking blue eyes,

And s set of scarlet stained lips waiting to be kissed.

I stroke her chek as I ask for her name...

"I am The Queen." She Answers.

"I am The Dreem."

"I am your reason for living."

"But I am usually called Love."

With that I can no longer hold back,

We ignite in a kiss that sends shivers of pleasure through me,

We are soon engulfed in flame.

Everything comes back into focus and the fire dies.

The Queen is gone -

But her words echo in my heart.

As I turn to leave I happen to catch my reflection in a mirror,

And I suddenly realize why I feel so very different...

For as my reflection reveals...

In that final kiss -

The Masquerade had ended.