Jewels Of Deceit

I should have known, I suppose…
The jewels, diamonds, and pearls cast the hue of affection, enticing the mind while overshadowing the lies. For him, they are offerings of love, so tempting that you fall helplessly into dreams of a romance so daunting, you lose yourself within it. For in his eyes dwell charms and delightful pleasures that serenade the mind, and upon his tongue are potions of honey…poetry coated in lies.
Oh, the deceit.
The palace doors, once closed, are now being prepared to open. Jewels adorn her skin; silks from the East drape her body; the aromas of herbs and spices drift through the air. The musicians tune their strings and ready every instrument. The dancers warm their muscles, their legs, their hands, their bodies.
Soon, the show shall commence.
His jewels lie upon her chest like dancing stars. Her eyes glow like Turkish lamps, and her anklets jingle like an orchestra awaiting its conductor.
The moment begins…
I once heard the tales of Cassandra, of Pythia, and of Apollo…one dipped in a love turned sour, the other entranced by fumes of the divine. One spoke the truth and foretold the future, yet was condemned never to be believed. She closed her heart to Apollo, to his poetry, his music, and his declarations of love, only to suffer beneath the wrath of her rejected lover.
Neither heard the melodies drifting from the palace. Neither heard the musicians play nor witnessed the dance unfold…
At least, not until the twelfth night.
How enchantingly the music flows…ouds, qanuns, flutes, and drums. A feast lies spread before the guests, delightful and abundant with wine, berries, meats, fish, and every delicacy fit for royalty. The guests wine and dine, and before their eyes, art is reborn.
It is a tale told across centuries and thousands of years, like the stories of the Silk Road…wandering through kingdoms, crossing empires, and traveling through time.
His jewels glint upon her chest, resting sweetly against her breasts; diamonds shimmer upon her thighs. Soon, his poetry seeps once more into her mind, and her heart opens to him again, with every sway, every dance, every whispered phrase…