A Spark in the Eyes of the Hungry by Abd Al-Rahim Darwish

He looked in amazement at the villa with its dazzling decor, its curtains, and its thick pile carpets. The sight of the salon and its luxurious golden chairs filled him with awe. The sight of the long, laden table with all kinds of delicious food and drink captivated his heart and ignited his mind with what he used to imagine... about the life of kings and princes.

She put on some soft music. She invited him to eat, after putting on a nightgown with a seductive fox fur over it, highlighting her charms. He resisted at first, but she encouraged him with her sparkling, alluring eyes, then took his hand and kissed it with a sigh. She called him with a plea mixed with temptation, "Please, my lord." He rose as if enchanted and followed her to where she had seated him. She sat before him in her most splendid form, as if she were the queen of his era, and he, a resident in her kingdom. She smiled at him encouragingly, and as soon as they had eaten, she led him by the hand to her bedroom, and he, hypnotized, followed her, unable to object with even a word or a glance. He plunged into her embrace, and she squeezed him with her hands.

He began to cry in silence, emitting faint moans that she felt, but she ignored everything and began to find her way to his lips, with a mouth heavy with overwhelming desire.

and laden with wild passion