Waiting . . .

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I stood naked before you.
And danced.

While you hid behind your mask.
And cloak.

Were your physical restraints self-inflicted?
Were your hands trembling from your desire?
Were your thoughts set ablaze?

Did you smile?
Did you lick your lips?
Did you like what you saw?

The mask concealed your expressions,
So I did not see.

Were your eyes wide shut. . .
Or were mine?

I stand naked for you. Still.
. . . And wait.