Elite Escort Services, Sensual Massage, and Strippers in Izmir, Turkey
You asked about my body
as if it were a thing separate from thought.
But my skin thinks.
My hips remember.
And between my shoulder blades, theres a silence shaped exactly for your hand.
One breast sits higher than the other.
It always has.
Ive stopped correcting it.
Theres more truth in its defiance than in symmetry.
My ass?
Low. Heavy. Not sculptedknown.
Warmed by books read lying on one side too long.
In Izmir, Id walk you to the edge of Kadifekale at dusk,
where the fig trees sag with overripe sweetness,
and even the ruins seem out of breath.
We would not speak.
Not out of shyness
but reverence.
Later, in a room lit only by the echo of the streetlamps,
I would undress the way poems undress
line by line, breath by breath.
Not a striptease show.
A shedding. A return.
The erotic massage wouldnt begin with touch.
It would begin with the moment you stop pretending you dont ache.
My hands wouldnt soothe you
they would answer you.
To be an escort in Izmir is not to perform.
It is to inhabit truth
so fully
that another dares to meet you there.
And if your breath caught somewhere near the middle of this letter
then you already know.
Youve already arrived.
