FEMALE GRAY

Sesosok women appear as shadows, sehalus wind and without a voice in sampingku. She suddenly appeared and sat in the sampingku are when I really do not know what else should kutulis. In fact I have spent five glass coffee, sebungkus Cigarette, and three cans Guinness beer. But I do not confuse her. I still suck and exhale cigarette smoke kretekku strong-strong in the hope of imagination get the cloud of smoke.

"What I prostitute?" She spoke to me.
"You are not prostitutes?" I turned back to him without asking. That question need not be a cliche kujawab.

"Menurutmu definition of how the prostitutes?" He asked again.
"Sleeping with more than one male," sahutku haphazardly. Again, without a turn.

"Sleep? Only sleeping? Period of sleep was not allowed?" He is still debate. "... And katamu more than one male. Hm ... how about the men who sleep with more than one woman, is he also called male prostitutes?" He nyerocos without pause.

I turned to the start feeling annoyed and disturbed. At this time I is not want to be debate. I just need someone who can give imagination to forward tulisanku stopped in the middle of the road.

However, ... alamak!
I am surprised when the ball bersirobok perspective with her eyes. Eyes gray! No black. And there is not white.

"How?" He mengejarku with the question.
"Apanya that how?" I hum while still trying over oneself.

"What I prostitute?" He repeats the question.
This time, in the eyes of gray appear stagnant grain-grain diamond ditahannya that does not fall apart when he mengerjapkan sheath eyes.

I have interesting long breath. Dudukku justify the position.
"You are in need of the story is not it? Write me ..." He said and ask yourself as if you know what kurasakan.

"Yes," sahutku with a heavy tone and distrust.
But, not a matter of prostitutes, or women's gray-eyed, tambahku in the heart. I love romance author. I need a love story.

"Nay, you who?" tanyaku in the end.
"Is that you need to make?" He asked back.

Ah! I'm not a lawyer that is ready to start debate and bersilat tongue at any time. I am the author of the words are dead.
"Fine. Call me just Maya." He said as if reading can pikiranku.

"Maya? Maya name you?"
She laughed. "You just authors? Apalah a name meaning for the author? Shakespeare said so right? And" Maya "means can not be so, the dream can be real, can be ...."

"Ya ya ya, Maya, or anyone you berceritalah now!" tukasku peeved. I really do not need your name. I need ceritamu. Need imajinasimu.

But she was not a word. He even opened his blouse, appeared payudaranya beautiful skin colored bra ditopang. I terperangah. But he does not care. He stood. Remove clothes one by one. Until he was naked in front. He is sincere without any ply in the body. Such as Greek statues or sculptures that I saw in Bali exhibition. I gulp saliva until jakunku spotty.

"What you see?" Voted to ask half a sigh.
"Color your body ..." I heard coming from the voice as another nature.

"What you see from the color of my body?"
Kuhisap rokokku in-menghembuskannya ago in the strong-strong. Women now began diverting. He is boring and does not disrupt as before. He began to give sensation. Whether such feelings of every man when faced with naked women in front of it?

"Abu-abu ...," gumamku.
She laughed. Euphonic sound. "Why do not you write?"

Gosh!
He was then near. So close. So that I can smell the fragrant aroma body and feel the touch of the skin moist and cold. He approach to breast wajahku. Napasku start felt crowded. I close the eyes because they do not hold strong fluctuation birahi.

"Open your eyes ... I have to close the eyes if you want to see in?" Lady's intimate voice.
I still close the eye. I am confused, doubt, shame, but they also want. During this time, I really like writing about women. But have not been writing about women naked-eyed and well-gray.

With a soft but strong movement, he wajahku lift. Then, with a sweep without pain, kurasakan hands exploring ago cavity eyes poke ball eyes. He brought the ball to the chest eyes. Laying on top of the left payudaranya.

"The doctor, on the left is the heart of the heart. Consider what you see is in the heart of my heart?" whisper it soft in the ear. Napasnya warm ear leaf.

The ball into the eyes payudaranya, into the chest, into tulangnya, find the heart to heart.

Gosh!
"What you see?" He still whisper like the wind.

"Jantungmu, heart, paru-parumu, blood ...."
"Yes, why?"

"Berwarna gray," sahutku nervous.
He laughed softly while taking the ball back from the eyes up and return it to the chest cavity in the eyes. He then gives a smacker on the cover cordial eyes. Now I dare to open new eyes. And again I bersirobok eye view with a pair of gray that diamond-diamond pin. Face so close to the wajahku so I can breathe in the fresh napasnya. And diamond-diamonds when scrolling will also fall in pipiku ago flow to the bottom, with kutadah hand.

"Air eyes are also gray," I said while looking at grain-grain diamond in hand.
He smiled between laughter and weeping.

"Why all the gray?" tanyaku in the end.
"For all the mouth I say black. Although I am not white but I do not sehitam they say. The gray is better than black? Not gray semunafik not white, is the mouth that says it all I black white?" Diamond-diamond gray stream in the gray-colored.

"Why do mouth-to mouth, you black? Do you prostitute? Do you sleep with more than one man?" This time I mengejarnya.

Now she's wajahku body. Then, while sitting bersidekap chest. But the still-naked in front. Now I think the better he does not need put on clothes. Better he naked in front even with all the gray.

"Menurutmu, who Yudistira?" He asked while taking a cigarette in my hand. Then, with a sensual movement that he menghembuskannya suck rokokku and form a small sphere-sphere. Ah, more and more gray.

"Yudistira? Hm ... he Pandawa oldest. He is most wise," sahutku.
This time I feel responsible to ask the woman even though he was naked gray become more diverting.

"Oh, so menurutmu?!" He membelalakkan eye and gray tones of the voices heard discordant.
"Yes. Yudistira But the reach Nirwana," sahutku. "But Yudistira and a dog," tambahku quickly.

"If so, Yudistira, Pandawa oldest of the wise with the dog!" He cut quickly and ketus.
"Lho?" I terperangah.

"Do not name a dog, if Yudistira mortgage Drupadi, his wife on the table for a cube only Astinapura?! Do not name a dog, if only to sit Yudistira terpana when Drupadi, his wife, ditelanjangi Duryudana?! Do not name a dog, if self Yudistira more expensive than the price Drupadi, the soul? " He returned with nyerocos furious.

I am not able to halt.
Her scornful laugh. Now he took a can of Guinness in the near laptopku. With a single portrait, a can of Guinness glide through lips, talking, tenggorokannya, stomach, ususnya, kemihnya uterus, and may be ended in the toilet. He menjilati Guinness foam remaining in the beautiful lips.

Gosh! Also spoken gray!
"Then, menurutmu, who Drupadi?" He asked with tongue-gray abunya.

"... Drupadi Ng, a faithful wife. He was sentenced to Pandawa less disposed to gambling in the forest in tens years without moan moan. He will not even swear menyanggul shampoo hair before Duryudana blood ...," jawabanku sounded nervous. Whether true or not according to the woman.

She sniff. "O ..., so menurutmu. Drupadi so white," he said with a cynical tone. "Then, if menurutmu, he was so faithful and white, why he can not reach Nirwana?" sambungnya again with eyes that membelalakkan gray.

Ah, people say, the eyes are the window of the soul. But this woman's eyes all gray. I can not read what is in life. People says, tongue, words are weapons. But the tongue of women is also gray. I know he does not talk white or black. People says, the heart of the heart is the most instinctive life honestly. But the heart of women's heart is also gray. I do not know whether he was deceitful or dishonest. People say, body language is. But the woman's body is all gray. I do not know it was right or wrong.

"Menurutmu, whether Drupadi can not be reached because he berselingkuh Nirwana and sleeping with five Pandawa: Yudistira, Bima, Arjuna, Nakula, and sadewa, at the same time? Because it was dirty? Because he was black?" There are wounds gape in abunya-gray eyes.

"Or, menurutmu, whether Drupadi Nirwana can not be reached because he berselingkuh inward with more love than Yudistira Arjuna, her husband?" Blood will have spoken of the gray.

"Then, menurutmu, whether Drupadi the prostitutes?" There are cuts and blood flow from the heart of his heart.
I am speechless thousand words. Not able to. Because after so long to see her packing in gray, are suddenly so many red run down from the eyes, of talking, mouth, body, heart heart, eyes water. Blood!

"What I prostitute?" For the umpteenth time he was repeating words.
I feel my chest packed.

"Are you Drupadi?" tanyaku nasal.
"What I need for what? Drupadi I, if I am Maya, I do prostitutes? You just need the story, write what you think, what may be the more honest of the written word is terucap."

Telanjangnya still with the body, it is near to me, talking with the menciumiku bleeding, gum wajahku of blood on the water, let the eyes roam to his heart in the heart of the bloody, single body with the bloody body.

Move up the night morning, when I fuck women with gray at the top of the virgin ...

WORK : Lan Fang