Persian Tush

We were hypnotized by the undulations and the jiggling curves of the belly dancer while the grunting wild-haired witch doctor dwarf rhythmically mortared and pestled our strange elixir over the smoldering vat in the tent’s dark corner. A noisy snorting thing. All the time his one bulging ebony eye fixed on the cauldron while his nervous blue one scanned over us back and forth….back and forth…..back and forth….back and forth…b. Not too soon an intoxicating soporific aroma snaked its way around the room and into our waiting and flared nostrils.  Our own eyes slowly closed and there began our splendid dreams of desert adventure, scarves and sandy love.