The Naked Dancer

It was Saturday evening when I decided to visit a local theater, to have a glimpse of a woman who was being admired by every second person around me. “She takes away your pride, forcing your senses to abandon you, making you wander wildly into the streets of her body curves where you get nothing but enjoy every moment filled with pain of being at an arm’s length”, would say her addicts. I had to test my nerves, prove those devotees wrong, walk out of the theater arrogantly keeping my heart and mind in place, not falling for that colossal beauty.

She appeared naked, behind a fine white curtain that was somewhat successful in hiding her to a certain degree, arousing 1000 devotee’s impatiently, converting their inner desires into moans of appreciation, pain and pleasures and I stood there among them, touching a new limit of lust, surrendered to that perfect dancer, perfect woman, perfect creature. I have to see her behind that curtain, where nothing stands between me and her perfectly curved body, the curves that were blurred by the curtain, thought I.

I paid heavily to her manager and entered the room with dim red light. The walls were decorated with her pictures of dancing, half burnt cigarettes in ash tray, an aroma that was better than all the perfumes and a couple of broken beads here and there on the floor. These walls must have witnessed her body without any cloth and this sofa must have touched her hips softly, I thought while scrolling my fingers across the sofa purposely.

She appeared after 5 minutes, 5 minutes that had seized all my senses, making me knee down to this creature that was admired by thousands, dreamt of by thousands, fantasized by thousands yet remained unexplored, remained untouched, remained divine like forever.

She was wearing nothing, I think. I could dare not to blink for next 10 minutes, looking straight on to her face. My eyes made vain request to bow down to her, see her edges, inhale her scent, reaching down to her feet all the way from her shoulders through the body. I couldn’t. “What are you”, I asked instead of “Who are you”. “I am nothing different than a common woman”, she said looking into my eyes that were kissing her face, failing to look down at her body. “What makes me special is your desire, your desire to touch an untouchable, your desire to conquer the beauty, your desire to own something eternal, something being acknowledged by thousands, being fantasized by thousands, being joy for thousands, being pain for thousands’, she said holding my hand.

“Once you explore my edges, once you touch me body, once you have done what you fantasized, I’ll no longer be a special lady. I’ll be walking down the street among thousands of other women, women who are praised by none, stalked by none, dreamt of by none”, she continued, pushing me back on the sofa, placing her fleshy hips over my trembling thighs, kissing my neck. 

“I want not to put an end to my imagination. I can’t bring you down from the rank I have already placed you at in my mind, I want this dream to last long, real long. I want you by my side every night, accompanying me throughout the days”, said I, getting up from the sofa.

I hadn’t seen her body in 10 minutes, I couldn’t see it. I had to feel it, enjoy it, cherish it, losing myself into streets of her imaginations where I’ll no more be myself.

I'll wait

I’ll wait for the day you’ll make me coffee in the morning. You’ll fill my glass with the fresh juice on breakfast table, asking for suggestions about lunch. We’ll talk about how to raise our kids, we’ll talk about importance of education, we’ll talk about politics, we’ll talk about science, we’ll talk about every single thing in the universe. I’ll tell you how gorgeous your smile is making you blink twice trying to suppress your smile by pressing your teeth around your lower lip, turning your cheeks pink, turning your lips redder.

I’ll wait for the day, you’ll be lying next to me on the bed, facing me while the moonlight from front window dances over your face. I’ll stare, stare for long at your big dancing eyes. I’ll kiss you below your left ear, forcing you to push me back for a second and then placing your head over my chest, enjoying every single heartbeat of mine, the heartbeat that increases every single time you touch me, every single time I touch you, every single time we touch each other, every single time I think of you, every single time you think of me. I’ll wait for the day, I’ll no longer be staggering around in fantasy world

I’ll wait for your cheeks to stop glowing. I’ll wait for the silver color to spread across your black shining hair. I’ll wait for your flesh to lower its charm. I’ll wait for the day, you’ll no longer be praised by poets, no longer be stalked by passer byes, no longer be fantasized by young lovers. I’ll wait for the day, you’ll no longer have options, you’ll no longer share your breaths with anyone, you’ll no longer walk around arrogantly.

For, that is the day you’ll realize the true one, one who fell for you, one who praised you, not for your beauty but for what you are, the true you, the inner you…. Your soul. One who cares for nothing but your presence, but your smile, but holding your hand wandering barefooted in lawn, staring blinking stars in starry nights, until they turn red, until they turn blue, until they vanish.

I’ll wait for the moon to turn red, or stars to vanish away, or the Sun to burn no more. I’ll wait for the day, I’ll exhale my last sigh, wrapped into your arms, making you cry for the very first time in your life, tasting your tears, inhaling your scent, departing to an unseen journey.

I’ll wait for the day that’ll never arrive.

I’ll wait for the day, I’ll no more fantasize about you.

The Prostitute

No one has ever had sex with me, she said arrogantly.

He couldn’t believe her words. He had seen her going into the room with men, a dozen of times by now, being a regular visitor of that brothel. ‘You must be kidding, Sana, he said opening the second beer bottle.

‘No, I mean it’, she said looking straight into his eyes.

‘Well then, I’d like to be the first’, he said holding her hand.

‘You can’t, trust me’, she said walking behind him to the room.

‘Close your eyes and take your clothes off’, she said while undressing herself.

She kissed his cheeks, his neck, his chest, locking his lips, finally.

‘I want you not to open your eyes for next 30 minutes’, she repeated.

He could barely say ‘OK’.

She held his hand, kissed it and started moving it over her body, from her lips to her ankles passing through her things and between the legs. She sucked his small finger, biting his nails while drawing lines with her fingers around his spine.

She pushed him back on bed, riding him like a king who rules a newly conquered empire. She was rubbing his body against him, spraying his face with her long hair.

He was breathing insanely with half opened mouth, closed eyes, running his fingers through her hips, exploring he edges gently.

She kissed below his bellybutton, seizing his all abilities to think normally, behave normally, respond normally, overcoming the beer he just had.

He was sitting with his back pressed against the bed, his front pressed against her chest while she was sitting into his lap, sucking his lips.

She was lying naked into his lap, while he ran her fingers through her hair, softly. She lit a cigarette, took a long cush and exhaled on his face. He tried to inhale every bit of the smoke which had bitter taste like Malort, the better scent like Fresh Sake and unbearable hangover like the Bourbon.

She rouse up, threw the cigarette away, kissed his lips for longer than normal, and asked him to open his eyes.

‘Fizza’ was all he could whisper into her ear with closed eyes, kissing her one last time before tossing himself back on the bed acknowledging her claims.

(Note: The names are fictitious)