Posted Monday, December 12th, 2005
All is Ready
I have bathed in patchouli oil and my hair gleams, lustrous with brushing. I am wearing my gold ankle bracelets with the ruby charms that my love gave me on our wedding anniversary. My robe is fuchsia silk and under it I wear black satin that leaves bare almost all of my olive skin. Anise and cinnamon tea is brewing for him and I have purchased date and nut sweets. Our home is cool as the breeze from the Bosporus flies through our rooms with the movement of the fans. Aimee’s husky voice plays throughout the apartment, drifting lazily through discreet speakers. My public garments hang out of sight. I do not need their black modesty here. Gold brilliants hang from the veil I wear tonight. He will remove it when I finish my dance for him. Or maybe he will not wait for my dance to finish. My husband will return soon from the dangerous West, and I am ready for him. We will recline on tasseled pillows and I will tell him of the baby that is growing in my womb. I am happy to be so beautiful. So beautiful for him.
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Posted by Gerard C. Smith on Monday, December 12th, 2005 at 1:39 PM
Posted by david coyote [ firstname.lastname@example.org
] on Monday, December 12th, 2005 at 4:58 PM
I told you! Love the images and light. Four paws up!
Posted by Donia Carey on Monday, December 12th, 2005 at 8:39 PM
Oh, this is lovely, Nonnie. Patchouli and black satin--whew! I'd say her chances of finishing her dance are slim.
Posted by Sharon Hurlbut on Monday, December 12th, 2005 at 9:10 PM
Beautiful and dreamlike, Nonnie! An intoxicating read.
Posted by Anna McDougall on Wednesday, December 14th, 2005 at 11:01 AM
A beautiful, uplifting scene you've shown us, Nonnie. Thank you.
Posted by Marjorie McKinney on Monday, December 19th, 2005 at 11:43 PM
Gives us an exotic look at a mid-eastern couple.
Posted by Pamela Griffin [ email@example.com
] on Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006 at 5:46 AM
As you can see, I am behind in my reading. I love this very sensual, sweet and visula pice. It really transposts me somwhere peaceful. Thanks Nonnie!