If I Were a Woman…

If I were a Woman,
I would never wonder what men want,
Like they do about women.
Like a cosmic mystery,
I’d remain unresolved.
They would try to unravel my mind;
at the preface of my body would be stopped,
With no entry into my heart.
Like the rest of cosmic chaos
Elusive and captivating,
I’d always make them wonder and surrender.

But for the right man,
I’d open up like a blooming tulip.
Under the bright blue sky,
Swaying in the verdurous spring breeze.
Under the giant oak trees,
Beside the green-blue streams,
I’d smoke our worries away with him,
The curling tendrils of smoke mingling with our thoughts,
I’d throw my scented puffs on his face
As if to mark my territory.
In closed rooms, a cigar dangling in my fingers
I’d envelope his fears in my palms,
And his desires on my lips.
And I’d make him mad with my touch
And play music with nothing but my fingers on his skin.
I’d make him breakfast of jokes and kisses,
While he prepared tea with scrambled eggs.

And unlike the shy girls,
The soulless ducks,
With no experience in the arts of love,
I’d keep him caged in my heart, forever.
In the malls and cafes and museums
I’d be the center of his attention,
A nod, a glance, a nudge under the table,
Drawing him close, closer to my desires.

I would be no Venus or Aphrodite,
But Athena, wise and strong,
With brains and brawn.
I would not jig and amble, and lisp;
and paint myself or put fake eyelashes.
I’d not be his damsel in distress,
But his sanctuary when the world gets too heavy.
I’d be a woman of many charms,
Of depth and substance,
No grass to be trampled upon, but a garden to be tended,
Where intellectual pursuits find solace.

And I’d not mind him looking at women better than me.
I’d know no one could compete with me.
And unguarded surrender,
To reign over his heart.
And I’d not bow my head nor my eyes,
I’d conquer him looking into his eyes,
Unflinching, undying.

And I’d never reason to make my way on the unreasonable paths,
Words are never a requirement to conquer a heart,
I have better weapons to make him obey.
I’d not think twice before kneeling,
Only to find him already on his knees.
I’d neither want him to be my slave,
Nor let him put a leash on me,

I know what men want…
They love the idea of love, the concept of a beloved,
That keeps personifying in the bodies of many…
But I’m sure of what I want.
I’d run wild among the stars to light his sky,
And I’d make him kiss the ground beneath my feet.
I know the art of loving, and being loved.
I know at the glance of a desirable woman,
The whole Kama Sutra shies away.

I’m the mistress of spices of life.
I’d defy the monotony of routine
And the banality of hesitations.
Together in a holy harmony,
Life would never hit a snag,
With constant discoveries in the forests of fantasies,
Boundless reinventions in the chambers of desires,
I’d keep him alight
Forever burning in the love that requires
Surrenders and sacrifices.

Yet I’d cherish my solitude as much,
Making him hungry for every next time.
Monotony is the killer of life, of happiness.
I’d bring ever new excitements his way.
Like Scheherazade, I’d invent ever new stories for him.
I’d play him on my fingers like I’m his goddess,
Worshipping me would be his sweetest sin.
Yet I’d never make him feel trapped
No harem for him, no existential questioning,
Just the marvel of me,
A constant mission to explore the body and mind.

No need for conquest,
No urge for domination,
Only a loving surrender.
I know I am no Cleopatra,
Stunning with an inordinate ambition.
Just a common beauty, with a spotless mind and eternal sunshine.
I’d be an ordinary woman in every sense,
But oh.. to be loved by me won’t be any ordinary feast.
A sanctuary where his soul finds resonance.
I’d be his twin flame forever.
I’d merge us together with every embrace,
Till eternity…

(The dream ends here.
The desire goes on …)