He looked at me

Slate gray eyes

Dead pan face behind a phantom mask

I could swear he looked at me

Cowering away behind my intricate mask

Keeping up appearances

As any proper woman should

I could almost swear he saw the fraud in me

Mind wondering in tawdry paces

I can almost see his smirk as he acknowledges the harlot in me

Special thought crosses my mind and I gasp

“AH”

My shame a public spectacle

Modesty slaps me across the face leaving me red

And deliciously ashamed

Like a predator smelling injured prey

His head cocks up in my direction

And he smiled

I know he did because my heart stopped

Like a deer in headlights I search for the hostess

Can you point me to the nearest exit please!

I am on fire!

My body screams leave

And i turn to make haste

Bid the Duchess adieu

While my heart is still intact

But alas! Etiquette betrays me

In the hour it takes to gather my skirts

You have me in your arms

A willing abductee to a charming Blackbeard

Dancing the Foxtrot at an unbecoming abandon

Pardon the blush, with you I am so wanton!

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