Stiletto

Jade, of my all muses, you´re the first, of all my poisons, you the deadliest. Jade, my exotic dancer. My sand clock. In its hips the moon was rocked. 

Jade, of my all muses, you´re the first, of all my poisons, you the deadliest. Jade, my exotic dancer. My sand clock. In its hips the moon was rocked.I knew her when I was perhaps so childish to think that I could tame a panthera just with gifts and poems. 

Their eyelids fell tearing their glance. 

Who you are? She asked curiously.
Just a fab, I responded between scared and excited. 

She was so beautiful, so different from the women with whom it had found me until that moment. She was challenging, arrogant, teaser, lewd, disquieting and on all the things, that woman danced as she was the snake who touched to Eva in the Paradise. 

She left his dressing room, all the coffee was in the dark, darbukas sounded slowly at heart, like the prelude of a frenetic dance. Jade walked slowly until putting itself in the center of that Moroccan coffee. The clients had left site so that she danced between the tables as a small scene. 

Darbukas accelerated their bit, little by little, dum dum taka tá, dum dum taka tá, dum hypnotic and faster, dum taka tá, more and more. The dancer moved her veil hiding and showing her face in each blow of hip. She oscillated shoulders like offering to the companions at table the prohibited fruits that insinuated under the currencies that covered their Bordeaux bras. The rate grew and the movements of Jade were drier and ardent. Their hips reached a constant tremor while it turned and it turned. We could be cleared the eyes of that woman who offered between cardamom and cinnamon to us. 

The veil flew over our heads with each return until reaching climax and falling on her when finishing. Everything became black. The flames of the candles only moved treating to simulate the dancing serpent. 

Tired and sweated, she went to the dressing room. She walked next to my side and she watched to me. Still I do not know what made me follow it. I do not know if that primitive ritual, or if they were my twenty years pushing my blood to run like insane. I closed the door behind me. 

And well? what about the show? – She said to me while she was getting nude. 

OK. I stammer. God what a stupid I felt myself. 

In that moment I thought that it had spoiled it all, nevertheless about its eyes I saw the panther that devoured to me. Later on? Blood, sweat and kisses.