Life Told Through Rap - Hexual Sealings
The search for love in a hopeless place
Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. The only thing real about this story is the music.
She’s put a spell on me. A flick of the hair, a lick of the lips, a subtle sway of the hips and I’m all hers.
Her index finger gestures for me to come closer and my body automatically complies. The curtains behind her open up to a private room. The walls are covered in a synthetic moss sheet with a standing waterfall fountain in the back, an Edenic enclave carved out from this bacchanal paradise.
The song she picks is filtered through a haze of brown liquor and low-end reverb, its distortion adding to the intimacy, maintaining the illusion that we have all the time in the world when, in reality, it’s less than 5 minutes.
I know the rules so I keep my hands to myself and watch: the way she moves, the way she looks at me but right past me at the same time. There’s so many questions I want to ask her but I can’t afford to break the spell. To speak would be to unveil the truth of what this affair really is: a transaction between a woman doing her job and a man temporarily sponsoring it.
The song ends and she leans over to take the money from my breast pocket, the remaining remnants of her magic lingering in her perfume. I leave the room in a daze, grateful for the experience but already wanting more.
She’s put a spell on me and I’m all hers, a new client in a long line of others, blurring the boundary between lust and love.
Further Listening
[1] Daniel Caesar, “Who Hurt You?”
Further Reading
[1] Yoh Phillips, Yeah, I Love a Stripper, DJBooth
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Yours Truly,
John Noire