Lingerie...by Jamil Shawwa

It is so powerful, so inspiring, so motivating and so disarming. Its power resides in what it hides or keeps. It is the climax of a journey or a destination. Lingerie represents that final frontier, the last resort, the last line of defense, the Berlin wall, the Great Wall of China, The demilitarized zone, you name, I will probably agree with it. It is in a relationship, or in an intimate encounter the line of the transparent wall that the female companion tells you that you have arrived but not yet completely, that she is still holding the final card, the Joker, and she is still in control, and that if you do not behave well or act right, that transparent line will not fall, and that clip will not click and that little piece there will stick to it’s boundaries and that last line of defense will be like the no man land; no one can enter and no one can cross. It is almost always there in an encounter, I mean we, the male gender, just drop everything as if it is now or never or as soon as the opportunity arises saying here we are, and usually you would get that quick glance that make you feel as if time had stopped, and as if a snow storm or blizzard has arrived.  Women have more dignity than we do do, they keep their options open until the last moment, until that last second, until the final breath and the final touch and the final word. You are in complete suspense,  you do not know what is next, you do not know if you should touch that clip or that thread or that would just eliminate you from crossing the line, from cutting the ribbon, from reaching the warmest of all and the kindest of all and the most secured and patented place. Some say, that is why the first thing you do is just cross that line, jump over that fence, get rid of the wall even before you start, because once you start, you do not want the Great Wall of China all of a sudden to rise or that curtain to fall.