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The Cradle Stage
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‘Maybe I was born with you inside me. Maybe I have always carried you with me. Maybe you are all the wild in me.’ ~ Tyler Knott Gregson
The cafe was packed although only silhouettes of men and women were visible, only muffled nonsensical conversations could be heared, blurred faces bent forward while their fingers glided across the glass surfaces of their cell phones. Colleagues and friends in hushed conversations that had begun earlier in the day, the subjects touching on nothing and everything. Waiters and shisha staff rushed by with of hot coffee and ladles full of coals. The air smelled life fresh percolated coffee and minty tobacco, cups clattering as they were refilled and ice cubes clinked in glasses topped off with soda. The low inaudible buzz of meaningless conversations.
Nadine closed her eyes inhaling at the same moment that the breeze picked up and blew her veil onto her cheek, she brought her palm to her face and leaned onto it for support. Her clean manicured fingernails unadorned with colors-she liked a natural look. She scrutinized her dress thinking it was too plain for her surroundings, but again she wouldn’t pretend to be anything but simple. The only make-up she wore was mascara and a light glittery eye powder that made the skin around her eyes sparkle softly. No lipstick just a light coating of coconut oil.
Azra couldn’t resist staring at her, a schoolgirl crush for another girl?! How scandalous in the streets of Cairo. This was beyond desire to be near her it was an agonizing ache in her stomach. Azra tenderly caressed Nadine’s long slender fingers, lifting her right hand to her face to observe her ring. Her warm breath enveloped Nadine’s fingers which made Nadine’s eyes shut, her lips part slightly, she inhaled deeply, and let her tongue rest on the back of her teeth. With Azra’s touch, Nadine felt itchy, as if someone was taking a single strand of hair and dragging it down her arm. And with each stroke Azra was exposing Nadine’s furtive attraction to her. Azra released Nadine’s hand which fell to her lap and reached underneath the wicker tabletop to grab her leg. Forming a ‘y’ with her hand Azra moved up Nadine’s leg squeezing harder with each inch higher.
Azra’s green eyes bore into Nadine’s as she said, “look at me.”
Nadine did as she requested, and in that moment she couldn’t stop staring at her. She was so beautiful. Azra had mocha colored skin, deep hazel green eyes, and the smooth deep voice of a singer. Her unveiled jet black hair was framing her face and reflecting the light from the oscillating fan above giving it shades of purple and red. Her lips were the color of a light tea, and Nadine longed for some stimulating caffeine.
Nadine’s blue eyes met Azra’s the gold iris’s surrounded by a sovereign blue land pulsating, undulating, encased in soft creamy shell-and the way she looked it was deeper than a gaze, as if she were burrowing into the depths of nothingness.
Why had they waited so long? They had known each other for years as friends, always a flirtation never this kind of intimacy. Azra tucked her hand under Nadine’s chin, looked deep in her eyes and said, “Woman you are gorgeous.”
Nadine then slipped her hand under Azra’s dress that she wore specifically for her, her smooth legs were cold at first but instantly heated under her palm their desire had reached the cradle. Nadine stood throwing bills on the table and reached for Azra’s hand. The observers nearby weren’t phased by this public contact between two females, in Egypt it happened all the time…
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‘Maybe I was born with you inside me. Maybe I have always carried you with me. Maybe you are all the wild in me.’ ~ Tyler Knott Gregson
The cafe was packed although only silhouettes of men and women were visible, only muffled nonsensical conversations could be heared, blurred faces bent forward while their fingers glided across the glass surfaces of their cell phones. Colleagues and friends in hushed conversations that had begun earlier in the day, the subjects touching on nothing and everything. Waiters and shisha staff rushed by with of hot coffee and ladles full of coals. The air smelled life fresh percolated coffee and minty tobacco, cups clattering as they were refilled and ice cubes clinked in glasses topped off with soda. The low inaudible buzz of meaningless conversations.
Nadine closed her eyes inhaling at the same moment that the breeze picked up and blew her veil onto her cheek, she brought her palm to her face and leaned onto it for support. Her clean manicured fingernails unadorned with colors-she liked a natural look. She scrutinized her dress thinking it was too plain for her surroundings, but again she wouldn’t pretend to be anything but simple. The only make-up she wore was mascara and a light glittery eye powder that made the skin around her eyes sparkle softly. No lipstick just a light coating of coconut oil.
Azra couldn’t resist staring at her, a schoolgirl crush for another girl?! How scandalous in the streets of Cairo. This was beyond desire to be near her it was an agonizing ache in her stomach. Azra tenderly caressed Nadine’s long slender fingers, lifting her right hand to her face to observe her ring. Her warm breath enveloped Nadine’s fingers which made Nadine’s eyes shut, her lips part slightly, she inhaled deeply, and let her tongue rest on the back of her teeth. With Azra’s touch, Nadine felt itchy, as if someone was taking a single strand of hair and dragging it down her arm. And with each stroke Azra was exposing Nadine’s furtive attraction to her. Azra released Nadine’s hand which fell to her lap and reached underneath the wicker tabletop to grab her leg. Forming a ‘y’ with her hand Azra moved up Nadine’s leg squeezing harder with each inch higher.
Azra’s green eyes bore into Nadine’s as she said, “look at me.”
Nadine did as she requested, and in that moment she couldn’t stop staring at her. She was so beautiful. Azra had mocha colored skin, deep hazel green eyes, and the smooth deep voice of a singer. Her unveiled jet black hair was framing her face and reflecting the light from the oscillating fan above giving it shades of purple and red. Her lips were the color of a light tea, and Nadine longed for some stimulating caffeine.
Nadine’s blue eyes met Azra’s the gold iris’s surrounded by a sovereign blue land pulsating, undulating, encased in soft creamy shell-and the way she looked it was deeper than a gaze, as if she were burrowing into the depths of nothingness.
Why had they waited so long? They had known each other for years as friends, always a flirtation never this kind of intimacy. Azra tucked her hand under Nadine’s chin, looked deep in her eyes and said, “Woman you are gorgeous.”
Nadine then slipped her hand under Azra’s dress that she wore specifically for her, her smooth legs were cold at first but instantly heated under her palm their desire had reached the cradle. Nadine stood throwing bills on the table and reached for Azra’s hand. The observers nearby weren’t phased by this public contact between two females, in Egypt it happened all the time…
Published 31st Mar 2016
| Edited 12th Jan 2017
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31st Mar 2016 6:47am
Wow! Beautifully descriptive ... I love the way you describe the cafe. There's also a gentile grace that makes this wonderful.
3rd Apr 2016 7:19am
