Long hair, left on the back, red lips, carefully contoured eyes with a sea of black ink and the inevitable sarcasm. All that's left is the clothes. I spread my tights lightly on my leg, I choose the most lacy and black lingerie available, and the steamy dress, black. Neither too long nor too short. So, as to awaken your sleeping senses and a smile on your face. The last drop of perfume and the highest heels.
I have my soul in my mouth and my imagination has gone crazy for a long time. I know you want me too. I saw this repeatedly, I just preferred to remain indifferent. Maybe tonight will be different, maybe not.
-I'm taking you?
-I'm coming.
-Don't you really want me to pick you up?
-Wait for me to come.
I've been ready for a long time. I smoke another cigarette to delay 10 minutes and call a taxi. I know you'll be there. You always expect me as if you receive the dose necessary to survive in a reality that has no place for a "new". I walk as if the world belongs to me and I feel my knees cut when I look at your smile.
-Admirably. It smells divine.
-Like your soul.
-We don't have a soul.
-We can dream from time to time.
I laugh out loud trying to mask my emotions. It's been too long, but we're both the same. No matter how much time passes, we are always the same. We're at the bar. You the same tonic gin, I the same bitter sweet jager. Two dream destroyers, happy only at sunset and non-existent at sunrise. The same cheap trick with sharing a cigarette just to get closer to each other. The same discreet smell that brings us closer, the same thin clothes that need to be taken off.
We Dance. You approach, hold me tight and move with me. The world doesn't make sense, and those around us don't matter. The rest of the world never makes sense when we meet at nightfall. Desires are required to be fulfilled, lusts extinguished and souls tested. I feel your hands tattooing my hieroglyphic back, I feel your breath in my ear and I know I always want you the same: intense.
-I am yours.
-Always yours, soul.
-I don't seem to have souls.
-Don't bite your lips anymore?
-It's too much?
-Is enough.
As you always take me on one shoulder, I scream and we both end up in a room witnessing too many sins committed by us. I lost my place in heaven, but the way you take off my clothes and kiss my body make everything worthwhile.
-I want you. Mine.
-Get me.
Always the same routine. Always the same lines that do not lose their charm. "I want you" and "Take me." We always wanted to and it was never enough. A cigarette in one hand, the glass in the other and the zipper on the dress slowly opened by two hands too skilled to think about the experience. The lights of the city assist us. I shine with happiness that we can't get rid of each other. He objects that we do not catch the sunrise together. Your breath on my throat, warming me slightly, cigarette smoke floods my lungs, and my dear wine, quenches your thirst.
You explore me like a map and I've never been more excited to be an object in your hands. I mold myself to your shapes, I bow enough to find you and I am ready to receive you.
-We're one.
-Till morning.
-I want you to stay.
-I don't want to put my soul in order.
-Come with all the chaos you represent.
-Kiss me and make me happy, just one night.
I feel you are mine, I know you belong to me and yet I will not stay. Happiness nights cannot make up for days drowned in tears. We know we can't have more. We always enjoy the first night as if it were the last. We belong to each other and this will probably destroy us both. We enjoy moments and steal moments of time. The sunrise never catches us together. The darkness of the night robs us of memories, regrets and tears. We live in the moment waiting for chaos.
