Found

I had escaped a 100-people gamble that I won and got myself freed from a busy-busted day. I was all tired and swamped. Unleashing every moment in search for tranquility, I landed up in the big bright zone of dust. I get every second to relinquish my event of solitude here and every second seems like a mile. The same sick counter with that old wheeze of bar-tender looking at me and nodded at my sign, I was sure it was not the time for beer but was wine. I innocently gazed around with a chilly spout, to notice whom I was surround with that night. I do it well, perhaps blessed with it, noticing every face and every cleavage existing in the room. I hushed my breath with a warm reject and tied my jacket to the chair. I knew it wasn’t cold, this damp city has learned a lot, garbage cans like politicians like sluts rolling all over for votes and humps, I have gotten used to the situation of putting my hands in my pockets and finding a few coins missing before I meet the due date.
When I had noticed everyone around me, my pitchy mind did not allow me to give-in so soon. It left someone behind on it. It made me make a move, that old funny one to be like someone ‘even’ in the crowd. I thank for the moment as to what I was about to witness would perhaps make me realize of eternity or somewhere—humanity. That black singlet and those pretty buttons on it, were just the beginning. I wish I was an intruder, a Robert-o-heart to chill my silence, kill the game and steal the chime in an old English way. I was not. I hated to call myself a spectator to someone incredible, sitting alone in the company of none but twilight. I called in for every bit of luck and kept all my good deeds at stake. I was all manhood. I was all pacific. As I took the first sip of wine, obnoxiously regretting the parody of holding the wine glass, I was all eyes on her.
She was a flower or moonlight, if poetry was all I had to be. Her eyes shined like bright crisped twines went touchy at every blink she threw. Her eyelashes were like shadows, felt exactly like the crowns of clouds forming a shadow on a beautiful cliff. Her hair reminded me of the darkest dimming of the night with a bright shining on it like a blanket of stars maintaining the beauty of night. Her lips left me numb; for a moment that reminded me of how to forget the world around. Tender, sober, divine, promising, guiltless and just neat for the moment or lifetime. I told myself selfishly “if a kiss was like a kill for her, am I ready for a thousand deaths?” I’d gather myself to ensure I was not one of the perverts, clowns and the unlucky ones who had their heads in their partners but equally had their minds at her. I wasn’t in them. I claimed it when I saw her looking straight at me for a second. I was dead for sure and dead sure she knew that although I was taking this roller-coaster ride of her body my eyes were still living in the name of naivety of my youth. She knew the truth. Her neck… wonderful long thin neck. Where the button to turn every woman—on, exists somewhere. Wise men know it. Fools are horny. Fools die hard. Wise men win it, fools don’t. I was reluctant to imagine beyond. I’m an artist and an atheist. But shamelessly putting the blame on the moment, my well-being and my humble orientation, I never wanted to give up, yet. Her shoulders were calling for a hope. They were fair, tough and tidy. Beauty was just a lame word for it. I called it destiny. With another sip of wine, I wished to forget what it was and I buried the thought of looking around getting my mind frenzied in this twitchy world puking poise. I was straight back to her. She was equally at me. Her arms, so perfect, made me thank God. They yelled perfection at every inch. Her hands were sublime and delicate. Fingers—elegant, speaking softly of intellectual words that would harrow mankind for its existence. The nails—taught me of shapes, graduating along with the thoughtless agitations created on my mind. My words on my mind break their chance slowly with pace barely to be ignored. I’m placid counting seconds seemed like a lifetime. God forgive me for what next came to me was her astonishing body. Imagining her breast was defied but the pace at which I was, I was like the ace of spades. They seem mum and humble. Hinting me that she is untouched, unloved and unearthed. I assumed her tits looked at me denying in their nocturnal prime where they would find freedom. I thought I was a martyr of hers, I willingly was, in my thoughts, a martyr of diligence to this world which has lost its prime in the name of a crime. I had reached her naval, I took my handkerchief to wipe up my forehead. I wasn’t sweating, I was pretending. It wasn’t a signal neither any sign. It was my sincerity towards my minds misdemeanor. I was ready to get punished if someone above deliberately thought it was a sin. Her naval must have been an innocent island of thoughts where one should find only salvation. Here, it was me—paranoid and paralyzed fighting with this cruel world. I never wanted to go to the roots of her belonging and the basics of mankind. I knew I would lose the game if I asked her, her-name. In my mind I was sitting at the edge of my seat. While I sipped my wine, I felt it going down from my throat like a river that climbed thousand miles to meet the sea. I took a moment, a deep breath, a short term to shut my eyes. I was amazed and I couldn’t resist to experience her wonderful legs with my naked and piercing eyes. Legs were crossed and made her look like an Egyptian queen. Her legs beamed thousand emotions. They were shiny and pure skinned. I was lucky enough to notice that the singlet she wore covered most of her but unable to reach her thighs and beyond. And so, her legs were rebellious and secretly great full that they were living this moment, here with me. They were like looking for un-fame in this twilight, they were not seeking for attention. They were like they knew they were the best then. I was paying my regards to her toe which hid in behind the sweet lock of tender shoe which she wore. Nested with the silver nail-paint on it, shining down on the floor. I remembered someone saying “Between the legs, lies the ticket to heaven”. If it is true, I wanted to be a part of all possible ride for heaven.
After all these thoughts that faded from my head, a small wield of courage cracked to occupy my thoughts. I started forming words to start a conversation with her. After all, it was the moment’s irony to blame if I could. I did not care about adjusting my hair or to take my paunch in. One thing I kept telling myself, this is the time and this is the moment for me to win the game. For she seemed open for a talk, if she was waiting for someone, her girlfriends or her boyfriend, she seemed she didn’t care for them. She looked at me as I approached; she wasn’t shocked, frightened or surprised. This act of hers, claimed if she was a maker of the situation and that she has been through this a zillion times and there were a lot of Ricardo’s approaching her with a rose in their mouth. It did not bother me, I was not a spectator neither I claimed to be a player. I was what I am. I was what I was born to be. I was on the top of my world. I was not the jack or the joker, I knew I was playing the ace of spades. She seemed prepared for what was coming next while I made my way towards her. She was awesome, when she noticed me making my move and she did not look at me, her eyes lowered and her astonishing eye-lashes appeared prominently. She was made for the moment, so was I.
I found what I was looking for.