Suprasternal Seduction

A gentleman is but a patient wolf. She bangs her shoulder into my chest several times while i was walking her to the cafe. She lets her hand hangs so close to mine and i brush it gently and apologize about it. Shock and awe. Best game i have ever played. She tries to cross the road, although the approaching car is far off, i firmly grip her arm and stop her from crossing the road just to show her who is the man around here. And then here she sits across the table, which is barely large enough to house two coffee cups and an ashtray. Each time i have to use a hand gesture, i am careful as to not tip the coffee over. And then i don't know with which story i start to make her laugh. She is acting all coquette. Trying to act like her beauty is a big deal. I carefully scan her flawless skin, her cheeks, her cleavage, her hair, her forearms, earrings and necklace, her clothes and her red converse shoes. God! give me a single thing as a turn-off. She is the easily the third hottest woman i have been out with. I am hazy on the details of second one now so in time i can promote her. She tells me i smoke sexy and i am hilarious. Well I have been at both of them for years yet i take the compliment with a humbled surprise. She puts on my thick plastic framed glasses and asks me if i have seen a prettier nerd. I tell her that well there is no shortage of gorgeous women in the world. Shock and awe. But she starts laughing and throws her head back, eyes squinted, and she tells me that i am the worst tease of her life. I smile and fidget. The neck and the clavicle of a woman has always been my weakness. And prettier it gets, greater the temptation. As if through some weird sixth sense, she flaunts her thyroid cartilage. With that thin necklace hanging around that perfumed neck. Divine. While other men will drool over long shapely legs, i am a sucker for her cheeks. The Greek sculpted round faced goddesses, they could learn a thing here from her haughty pointed jawbones. I don't talk much about anything. I fidget in a small uncomfortable chair. Alright now you have me slightly amused. She starts talking about music. Now i will make her feel out of her league, way out of her league. She taps my feet with hers. Isn't she playful? And then i keep making her laugh. We share curses from our native languages. Genuine hit with the masses. I tell her that in my town once, i emptied a bus seat for an elderly man and he thanked me with a prayer that 'may your love last forever.' She asks me how do i manage to stay single. Well i have a bag of tricks. My breed knows how to sanctify women and we know how to put them down in a single blow. Strength. There is something both saintly and seductive in her skin. Her cheeks glow, flawless skin, like a child's. And then we leave. I walk her to her metro station. Her pace is lot slower. She walks dangerously at the edge of the road at the side of traffic. I sigh and hold her shoulders from behind and strongly pull her towards my right.Walking beside her, i slide my fingers inside of her palm and then hold her hand. Instantly she clings to me, her whole body weight against my shoulder. She asks me how many women's lives i have saved. Oh, if only you could handle the truth. But now it's time to sing for her. She makes me take the long path around. I play along, as if i don't know the neighborhood. And then she tells me to leave but no, i like the touch of her hand. It is soft and warm and her fingers feel frail entwined in mine. I feel strong as if with one strong contraction, i can break all the bones in her hand. But tender, I have to be polite for now. We walk like age old lovers. Swaying and joking, with a spring in our feet. And then at her station, when her coach arrives, she looks happy. I softly kiss her cheek. Say good bye and don't look back. Tighten my loose laces outside the station and take a taxi home. I think about how despite of getting fat and having an alarming amount of grey hair which make my gut churn each time i see them in the mirror, it's still fascinating how easily women like me.

I have all the time in the world. I have slept only two hours in past two days. No matter how bad my eyes hurt, my instincts are sharp. I have mastered certain skills and my fingertips know how to exert perfect pressure on the pores of your gorgeous skin. It's all about control now. I doubt Nizar Qabbani's words when he said ' I have no power over you as a man can't change a woman.' I am going to make you want me so bad, that you will gnash your teeth in frustration. Only then i will sink mine in your flesh. Until then i am going to sit across you tables in restaurants and cafes and fidget and act nervous like I am new to this. Much love.