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have to preserve her beauty in her master's eyes. I need a telephone in my room with a WATS line
and an unlisted number."
Well, naturally a wild and shy desert girl from the primitive and uncultured wastes of the
Kara Kum desert wouldn't want to have her phone number listed.
"It is yours," I said in a lordly way.
She began to hum slowly and plaintively. She picked up the sword and began to tap the blade
in rhythm, first to her right, then to her left. Her body began to move with the sword.
The sword seemed to be leading her, pulling her up little by little to her feet as it went
from left to right. Her eyes were on it, following it.
Her feet began to move, steps to the left, steps to the right.
The yellow-orange flame light clashed upon the sword, rippled over her body.
Now she began to slash with the sword as she danced. The whoosh-whoosh of it blended in with
the tune she was humming.
Then the sword began to spin. I was terrified she would cut herself!
Then with one hand on the tip and the other on the hilt she began to leap over the sword and
back again in rhythm! And gracefully!
Suddenly she let go of the tip end and began to whirl. She had the sword extended. She became
a blur of gold.
She leaped into the air and came down!
The sword lanced up!
I was certain she would stab herself!
The razor edge slit her veil!
The two halves fell apart. Her face was revealed. She seemed fixated upon the upright sword.
Her head began to go back. Her hips began to work. Her belly muscles began to writhe.
The sword seemed to pump up and down.
The tune she hummed was turning into moans.
Her hips ground harder and harder. My own body was moving in rhythm to hers. I could not
control it. I did not try!
Suddenly she upended the sword.
She drove it into the floor!
It quivered there!
She sat behind it.
Her eyes went from the sword to me and I was almost scalded by the passion in them.
She savagely yanked her cura irizva to her. But then she sighed tremulously.
She struck a chord of great longing. She sang:

Let me drink of you.
Let me drink with my eyes
The bold male beauty of your limbs!
Let me drink with my breath
The brutal male scent of you!
Let me drink with my tips
The taste of your male flesh.
Let me drink and drink and drink
Before I starve
Of longing for you!
Let me drink,
Let me drink,
Oh Allah, let me drink
Before I die of love