Behold Carmen her ruby lips and nipples and the unctuous pink of her hidden folds. Her eyes flashing in the darkness and her hands of desires blacksmith ripening the metal in urgencies forge.
Behold Carmen her laughter ringing in the smoky tavern as she dances for the men who clap and stamp in rhythm mesmerized by her curves and motions. And from them she picks the most dashing and best hung and taking him by his need she leads him to her room.
Behold Carmen resplendent in her nakedness upon the bed. And he upon her sweating and jabbing his tight ass rising and falling and she grasps and reaches but never reaches and leaves him panting like a little girl. She tells him to go as she washes the muck from her hole. Then it's back to the tavern and the throbbing guitars.
Behold Carmen as she sways though the sunlit streets of the market deflecting the jealous glares of the women and absorbing the urgent stares of the men. How she daintily steps over piles of excrement and from every stall receives her bargain.
Behold Carmen as she labors guiding the tiny tubes of fumes to their packing. Checking the clicking and clanging of the machines inexorable movement. Touching the tobacco with the dark mystery of her essence. Counting her pay and laughing into the dusty afternoon.
Behold Carmen in the cathedral her eyes on an image of the Virgin. They exchange a knowing smile amid the perfume and the finery the whispers of the gossips and the hunger of the glances. And later alone in the calm vastness she lights a candle to Magdaline.
Behold Carmen a glass of blood red wine touching her lips and filling her with captured warmth as another captive calls from the menu exotic cuisine which she eats remembering the hearty beans of her youth and her mothers crucifix resting between ample breasts.
Behold Carmen the shape of her face the curve of her lashes and lips as she turns and looks at you in the candlelight. She trembles as you touch her there and pulls you towards her into the musk and pearls of her maddening kisses.
Behold Carmen perceiving in an instant the smoldering of jealous eyes and the hardness of angers flashing knife. There is no time to speak or run as he plunges the dreadful weapon into her sudden pain and terror. So she falls another soldier in this our most ancient war. And elsewhere now the laughter is carried on the backs of the ringing guitars.
