44- Flamenco

Hands casting spells with their hypnotizing movements The whole body is moving like shadows alternating slow and fast moves

Strings are vibrating and enchanting the soul with their melancholic melodies

The beautiful limbs in high heels are twisting and hammering on the wooden floor, they are like angels knocking on the heaven's door

The pretty red dress swirls like the chaotic waves, unhides its magic and scatters body scents, while the dancer moans and let go of the excess of her dark pleasure

Time loses its rhythm When the clapping hands, like black horses, start galloping and carrying the dreams to the forbidden lands

And as the light darkens, the singer cries for this prohibited love, adding a little dizziness to a drunken heart

“Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.” ― Nayyirah Waheed