When I was very young, long ago,
an exotic dancer in a Mediterranean
restaurant stopped her dance
before me and offered her bikini
top, pushing her ample cleavage
before my eyes, to put in some
paper money; out of kindness
from her part, I'm sure, taking
pity of my naive astonishment of
those naked limbs, her mid-riff,
the half-revealed buttocks
and those breasts. It was
a full restaurant, there were
eager gazes, eager hands. But
I froze utterly. I couldn't
move. Taking some money
out of wallet, putting them
near those offered mounds
was far beyond my ability,
I might as well have picked
the Moon to be in company
of its fellow orbs. Every part
of me wanted to act, every
part was leaden. She laughed,
gently, other hands did what
mine couldn't, and she swayed
away. I just sat, flushed. You
could have pushed me and I
would have just tumbled over,
falling into pieces. If asked,
I would thrice deny him
before the cock crows.
09.06.2024
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