Belly Dancer

To Samara, beautiful belly dancer at Adonis Polanco, Mexico City.

She appeared before their eyes suddenly. Beautiful. Radiant. Gorgeous. Black witch eyes framed by long, curly black hair. Her white skin was almost perfect. Then, as suddenly as she appeared, she began to swiftly move her hips, in perfect rhythm with the old Arabic music.
She began to move with increased energy. All her body shook in perfect motion; even her hair flew and seemed suspended in the air. She was perfection incarnated in woman. Her movements were so absolutely flawless that more than one thought she was more a collective hallucination than she was for real.
She captured the attention of both women and men. Some with envy, some with desire, but all captivated by her infinite sensuality. It was like she concentrated in her dancing all the erotic elegance of her species. But the most intriguing part was her eyes. Her big black eyes with a piercing look. She looked at you in such way it was impossible to stare back at her. You were forced either to shift your gaze to somewhere else or to fall in her charm. But in the very second you were charmed by her eyes, you realized she was not really looking at you. She looked to somewhere else. All those who were charmed asked: Who is she dancing for?
At that time, nobody knew, but later, much later, one man captivated by her spell figured it out: She danced for the pleasure of looking to her reflex in the mirrors at the walls of the ballroom. Ironically, as everyone in the room, she was cast by her own spell…