Behind the Veil - Original Lesbian Version

Behind the Veil – Original Lesbian Version

    The veil hangs over her dark eyes concealing the flames of her passion. Men are fearful of her bewitching eyes said to render them helpless. I gaze at her hips swaying as the drums beat. Her dark thighs move in sensuous circles as she moves cat like through the smoky room. The men all are dazed by hookahs as they sit cross legged watching her. Their eyes hungry their obscene thoughts are reflected in leers.
    Scheherazade rugs cover the floor as I step with bare feet through the sweet smoke of the hookahs. I serve these fattened calves as they swill their liquor and drink in the smoke. They are left entranced as her belly button moves in and out pulsing to the rhythm of the drums. These sad old men do not know her as I do. They can't see past the veil they have placed across the sun of her face. I have seen her dark eyes in the star lit night as she passed by my house. I have longed to caress her pomegranates till she is oozing sweet juice deep in her love nest.
    Is it my imagination or is she looking at me? Although I cannot see her eyes I see her face aimed at my breasts. Hidden behind the men I trace my nipples through my dress. She begins dancing faster moving closer to me. My heart beats like a frightened sparrow. Such a vision of beauty she is as brilliant as the flash of creation. A woman who could set a thousand ships to sail she is my destiny.
    As the drums die down she vanishes phantom like behind the curtains. I follow her drawn like a bee to honey. She leads me to a room covered with cushions. Embroidered in them are images of Eden with Eve naked handing the forbidden fruit to Adam. The serpent gazes on with reddened eyes. Her veil falls from her golden face revealing her in regal splendor. Her eyes sparkle in lamplight. I am privileged to see her magnificence a wonder the men we left behind can only imagine.
    She eases me onto the cushions. My body falls across hers as naturally as the sun falling into the horizon. I am eclipsed by her sun as her garments fall off her leaving the bare origins of her mystery unveiled. She is open to me like a fruit split in half. Her sex is laid bare like the rose of Jericho. My sweet sister in spirit our dance begins.
    My robe heaps at my feet. Her lips fall over my breasts leaving trails of smoke across my hardened cherries. I sink into cushions her legs wrapped around my thighs like a thick grape vines. Her scent is so cat like a lioness of the desert. Her muscles ripple in the lamplight her dark olive skin shimmering. Glittering beads of sweat adorn her hips and face. My hand journeys down her stomach. The same body which held the men captive is now mine. My tongue follows my hand the two playing her like a mandolin. Following the curve of her inner thighs I gently bite into her soft flesh
    My lips meet her flower with swift determination. I taste her spice filling my mouth with her mélange. Her hands press down on my head. I try to draw out her bud with my lips pressing the diadem of woman. Eliciting her dove coos my own female garden moistens with fertile excitement. My radiance is totally eclipsed by the sun of her beauty till she ascends into heaven. Her little death is a prelude to ecstasy as her ambrosia coats my sticky cheeks. This is my act of worship in the divine church of the Goddess. The sacrament of my mouth on her sexual heart
fills me with holy pleasure.
    I rise from her steaming center my lips meeting hers as she licks from my mouth the essence of her body. The re creation of my soul is completed in her embrace. She places the phallus teasing the petals of my flower with the thickened shaft of ivory. As I lay on softened cushions legs apart she sits between them. I hear the drums outside begin to beat again. I feel her appendage of love thrust into my sacred gorge filling me to the rim grazing my bud with delicious fierceness. The drums outside beat wildly. My heart beats furiously. The storm of my emotions compels me to submit to her completely. She brings me to the edge plunging me into a vat of fire. I am consumed by her as my body convulses with pleasure.
    I hear the drums begin to die again. The evening almost finished. She says,"I must go now." With a kiss she leaves me. I am alone once more but warmed by the knowledge that what once was will be once more. When our orbits coincide again I will sink into her sun and die in her arms.