Trinidad,
Cuba
Bliss
is back in the arms of beautiful Cuban men who know how to dance me back to
it’s sensual delights. The cobblestone
ground beneath my feet is a challenge to make turns on, and the speed of the
dance gives me no time for mistakes. I wonder
how I am going to not break an ankle tonight and put myself on point with my
body to maximize my ability.
The
moon shines down from a ghostly clouded sky and I think I have found
heaven. Limitless beautiful Cuban men to
dance with, incredible live Salsa grooves and Rhumba underneath the moon in a
city that is more charming than anyplace I’ve ever been. Colorful buildings, cobblestone streets,
beautifully restored colonial buildings and framed between the ocean and the
mountains.
I
don’t need to go any farther. Trinidad
is the place I’ve been hoping to find.
It doesn’t matter that I paid 10 times what I could have to get here,
nor does it matter that last night I was feeling sad and hurt, it’s all over
now. Trinidad has my heart.
During
a break from the dance I catch the eye of a beautiful young man with tiny
braids and a very sweet face. I know he
feels the moment too, but I look away and ignore it. He is dangerously sexy and probably not more
than 25, but I can tell there is chemistry there.
The
night goes into hour upon hour of dancing and when the salsa is over, the
nightclub next door opens with reggaeton blasting out. I am escorted in by a sweet young man who has
attached himself to me and decided that he is my novio for the night.
I
carefully lose him in the crowd and look for my friends who I never find, but
late in the night on my way out the door, the man with the braids stops me and
asks me to dance. It’s not really a
question he even has to ask, we both know I am his already. Our bodies move together and he fills my ears
with sweet incantations professing his attraction, my beauty and how happy he
is that he found me again after seeing me earlier.
We
dance for a while, our bodies finding each other deeply through our clothes and
he walks me home and kisses me in front of the house. I don’t resist, I don’t want to. I’m not wasting one moment holding onto the
hurt from that crazy man I was with last night.
Not one night grieving that, I am opening to something new and sweet and
this kiss is my way of moving thru it so I let him kiss me and can feel his
passion grow with every moment.
I go to bed with a smile on my face thinking only of the night and knowing I have more to come here.
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