Elite Escort Services, Sensual Massage, and Strippers in Frankfurt, Germany
Nocturne in D-Minor Frankfurt
a monologue never delivered aloud
There is a moment
just before a woman is seen
when she is entirely herself.
Not yet gesture.
Not yet name.
Only breath.
Only mass.
And I...
I live in that moment longer than most.
You ask what I am.
Let me begin with what I am not.
I am not the kind of woman you find waiting.
I do not adjust my skirt for effect.
I do not glance back unless Im certain youll follow.
My breasts
They are not identical.
The left spills further than the right,
like a line of verse that chose not to rhyme.
My ass?
It remembers more hands than names.
And it does not regret a single one.
My thighs brush when I walk.
They argue in rhythm
a soft rebellion against stillness.
I am a body composed in minor keys.
The skin along my spine peels faster than the rest.
Theres a mole under my jaw I forget until lips find it.
And my hair?
It resists mirrors.
It performs for no one.
If you came to Frankfurt seeking precision,
you chose the wrong night.
This city
behind the glass of towers and the bones of Goethes streets
has corners where women like me dont whisper.
We lean.
Theres a jazz cellar on Fahrgasse.
No stage.
No names.
Only breath made brass and men who look down when they listen.
Thats where I would take you.
Wed say nothing.
But Id let my knee find yours beneath the table.
And youd understand
the invitation wasnt in my smile,
it was in the silence that followed.
Later
in the dark of a room not mine, but chosen
I would undress.
No music.
No mirror.
No choreography.
This is not a striptease show.
It is ritual.
Undoing as remembrance.
Each sleeve falls like a sentence unfinished.
Each clasp unfastened not to reveal,
but to let the skin speak without interruption.
When I press my hands into your shoulders,
it is not to please.
It is to anchor.
To keep you from floating back into the man you pretend to be.
This may resemble an erotic massage.
It may echo the language of escort Frankfurt.
But language has never known what to do with women like me.
I do not provide.
I arrive.
And when I leave
I do not take your breath.
I leave you with it.
But heavier.
And not entirely yours.
