Walking slowly up the winding sandy road, I noticed the ever silent bedouin sitting in his hut and gazing at the hazy Dead Sea in that hot day. "It's chilling hot lady!" and that is almost all what he always says and it's always steaming hot here at the lowest point on earth. I felt soaking wet as drops of sweat rolled down my breasts and shoulders. He didn't notice me but kept motionless looking at the horizon.
Oh sweet lady! It is chilling hot for you to walk now on such a burning sand. I saw her, such a lovely lady of stark beauty walking up on the sandy road while the mirage flamed her feet. Why in heaven lady you torture me every time I see you passing by with your gorgeous voluptuous body of swaying boobs? I can't look at you now lady, I don't need more torture at this chilling hot day.
I kept walking up home slowly. He kept looking ahead, frozen like a Buddhist monk.
Her silhouette was surfacing in my mind as I could see her shadow without looking directly. She was stepping on the sand and I felt every step of her swaying body as if tapping my body and deep in my heart. Oh sweet lady! I am dying in you, yearning for a touch of your soft bright skin, to breathe in your voluptuous boobs.
I passed by him, he was still far away from the road in his hut at the highest point of the hill. "Hey Bedouin! How is it up there?" I shouted for him to hear, and motionless he yelled back, even without looking: "It's chilling hot lady!!"
It's chilling hot lady, my heart is burning hot, tortured for a touch of your voluptuous body, of your sweet voice, of your soft white skin. And to torture me more, she stood looking at me.
I kept standing for a while in the middle of the road looking at him, not knowing to go ahead home or to walk up the hill to him. He was still motionless looking away at the smoky Dead Sea in such a hell of a day. He seems to be lonely in his Buddhist pose. Should I go closer and see or leave him alone with his dreams?
She stopped in her way up putting her hands on her waist, such a lovely body to hug. What is she thinking of at this moment? Why looking directly at me? I hate to look directly in people's eyes, probably I am too coward to, so I kept looking nowhere down the hill.
I was soaking sweat and the inviting pose of that Buddhist Bedouin called me to come closer up the hill.
Her steps were coming closer and my heart was beating faster with every step she pats on the steaming sand. Oh lovely body! Your taps on the sand are killing me, such a majestic beauty is approaching, leaving my heart sad of that unattainable gorgeous body, lovely swaying boobs and soft inviting walk.