The night was dark, my mood even darker, thoughts of illusion and seduction running thought my mind. What lights, what music would I need to satisfy this need in me. The need to release the feelings of longing and loneliness, the need to hear your words full of tenderness and desire that touch my heart and soul. The hands that touch my skin so clear and real, are but a fantasy in my mind. But for the miles that separate us, you would be as real as the blood that flows though my veins or the air I breath.
As I sat in the dressing room preparing myself for the show to come, I've already chosen the music I need. The type of music that can take my hand, show me the way to rid myself of this lonely feeling. I'll wear my hair as always long and straight to the middle of my back, I'm feeling so dark an lonely tonight, that I'll wear my eye makeup dark, smoky with heavy black lashes, dark red lip stick. At the corner of my right eye, I'll wear a row of three small white rhinestones, to give the appearance of three sparkling tears, falling from my eye down my cheek. Just a slight dusting of fine glittering powder on my body, so as to give a shimmer to my skin under the lights.
I'll be wearing a small black g-string, with white rhinestones that run around over my hips to the back. My bra will be black backless, with only rhinestone straps that hold each cup, running over my shoulders and under each arm, I'll have a full circle sheer black panel that attaches to the back of my g-string,that I'll use by lifting one corner of the sheer panel, during spins or turns as the music tells me.
I'll wear a tight black, straight dress split high up the front, with three rows of flamenco style ruffles around the bottom and a pair of black strapless high heels. No jewelry except a pair of long drop, white rhinestone earrings. Lastly a large deep purple, almost black feather boa that I'll wear as I enter, letting it fall to the floor till I need it when I'm wearing only my earrings, g-string, heels and that feather boa. Well... I guess I'm about as ready as I'm going to be... It's show time.
I hear my music begin to play, the song...Invisible Tattoo.... I walk out on the stage, boa draped low around my back with the ends hanging loosely over each arm in front of me. I stand there long enough for the people to stop talking, turn and look at me. When I know I have their full attention, I raise one arm holding the edge of my feather boa and begin my slow seductive walk around the stage to the music, always watching the eyes. Letting the image as well as the music begin to work it's magic, the magic is more for me tonight, than the audience.
The sound of the music loud the way I like it, helps take my mind off the faces at the edge of the stage. The eyes that watch, the thoughts behind those eyes that I don't care to know. Some I can see being caught up in the fantasy, the music and me. As I begin to work my way though the music, with each piece of costume I remove with each song, I can feel my mood beginning to change. I am Delila... the drug these men and women, have come for.
Towards the end of my show I notice a man sitting alone in the back corner, as I try to see beyond the lights in my eyes, I recognize your face like so many times before, like you'd never been away. I'm so glad to see you, that all else disappears around me,except for your face there watching me, I wish I'd known you were coming..
When my last song ends I leave the stage wearing my heels and g-string, I walk down the stairs though the rows of tables and people, back to where you're sitting. I stand before you looking into your eyes, lean forward close to you and take your hand bring it to my lips and kiss your palm, then put it to my cheek where the three sparkling tears are, as I say to you... I think these belong to you, I don't need them now... you're here.