How they dance in the courtyard;
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget.
One who has heard it knows how sweet the summer sweat is. Summer sweat! Sweet only in the courtyard. Only when you dance. And only if you dance to forget. Dance to remember and you know the summer is not summer, the sweat is not sweet.
How tempting it is. Isn’t it? The devil’s path. It’s just so tempting like the dancing beauties in courtyard. Pink champagne and ceilings made of mirrors and all that. All, all that.
Fresh, bright, thick, rust smelling blood on the mind. And yummy cuts on the flesh. Melting ice and sultry night. Vacant hotel rooms and cigarette smelling couches. Long canines and soft lips. Mysterious eyes and wet hair. A lot of them. Prayers or whispers? But many!
So very tempting. All, all that. Isn’t it? I would never bother to even check-out.