Every night, for almost a month, he repeated the same ritual. Only illuminated by the streetlamp in the animal yard, it

Every night, for almost a month, he repeated the same ritual. Only illuminated by the streetlamp in the animal yard, it was positioned with his back to me and stood there with his palms facing towards me. in front, still and naked, letting herself be caressed by the violet light as if, I thought, it was a relaxation exercise. The silence enveloped us, barely interrupted from time to time by the characteristic noise of some chain coming from the movement of some restless elephant. After a while, the contortionist lay on her back on the small rug that he always brought with him and in one quick movement He raised his legs towards the sky to let them fall, open, at the height of its slender neck, thus completely doubling the waist. Then both passed arms above his legs in an elegant gesture affirming his position and allowing his head to be raised with that unseemly embrace, his elbows on his thighs. Without further delay, his mouth was eagerly applied to her sex in a Passionate and lustful "self-kiss." The fence that separated us did not prevent me from observing with carefully as his tongue peeked out of his mouth to enter between his labia majora, travel the entire wet length of her vulva and finally stopping in a delicate game on her clitoris. Some nights, between moans drowned evident fruit of their own libations, spit on their crotch at the same time that he inserted one of his fingers into his anus and whenever that happened, the orgasm appeared almost immediately, violent at times, calmer at others, and whose intensity gradually decreased until it slowly swayed on its back as the tamer sometimes did in the arena with an old rocking chair. He Time did not seem to pass in the stillness of joy, but, nevertheless, the light At dawn it began to replace the artificial lighting in the patio. As if that were a signal, the contortionist undid his posture, he picked up the small rug and walked away in the silence of the circus asleep. Throughout all these nights I asked myself several times why I chose the animals' yard and not the anonymity of his caravan, but I did not find answer. Humans have behaviors that a poor circus lion does not manages to understand.