a happy jester naked

should i round a corner pop
your breath take away and make u stop
for a red feathered mask does make me peak
the surprise buckles your knees and makes u weak.

'how silly of u to not warn me,' u say
still very uncertain, stepping away
but then the rest of me from behind the wall does step
and all of a sudden the mind real adept.

the mask now part of the fantasy needed
and thus the surprise to lustful thoughts conceded
the happy jester of a game of kinky seductiveness
in a state of total nakedness be the becomingness.

RB.