Red’s own story

“And whenever I’m in a situation where I’m wearing the same as 600 other people and doing the same thing as 600 other people, looking back, I always found ways to make myself different, whether it be having a red lining inside of my jacket, having red shoes, it hasn’t changed.”
– Jeremy Irons

“When in doubt wear RED.”
– Bill Blass

 

Red’s Own Story

 

She is the thick

Slick enamel

That covers my nails

A pointer when tracing

Concentric circles

On bare flesh

She is the sports car

Darting along the highway

Hugging the curves

Turning an eye

She is the ripe

Succulent strawberry

Her flesh firm

Yet yielding

Tantalizing dipped in dark chocolate

Suits her best

She is the

American beauty

Long stemmed, heady fragrance

Her tight buds unfurl

Exposing her inner delicacy

We forget the thorns

She is the creamy dark war paint

On my lips

A signature

When and where

I choose to leave my mark

She is fire

On the move

Churning inside

Rising up

Beckoning me on

She is

Passion

 

Bisous,

Léa

Fire & ice

 

This was originally posted 21 December 2011.

“A dame that knows the ropes isn’t likely to get tied up.”

– Mae West

*

Fire & ice

Winter

It’s cold

Like your touch

And I

Am a creature

Of the heat

I

Delight in the taunting

Massage

Of the sun’s rays

They force me

Into

Complete submission

Fire Its The power

And it burns

Deep inside me

Beware

Your daggers

Of ice

Cannot penetrate me

I will laugh

As you melt

Fire & ice

*

Bisous,

Léa

Donnez-moi

“A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.”   –  Paul Éluard

 

“Larmes sont les pétals  du coeur.”  /  “Tears are the petals of the heart.” 

– Paul Éluard

 

 

Donnez-moi

Un homme

Whose tongue

Drips with honey

Éluard has had

His way

Avec moi

À plusieurs reprises

Verse that

Strips me naked

And leaves me

Pleading for

More

My knees

Wobble

Each breath

A labored

Entreaty

Even my

Sixth sense

Pushed to its

limits

Addicted to

Pleasure

Donnez-moi

Donnez-moi

Spent

I luxuriate

As his presence

Lingers

A prelude

Pour des rêves

*

Bisous,

Léa

Red’s own story

“And whenever I’m in a situation where I’m wearing the same as 600 other people and doing the same thing as 600 other people, looking back, I always found ways to make myself different, whether it be having a red lining inside of my jacket, having red shoes, it hasn’t changed.”
– Jeremy Irons

“When in doubt wear RED.”
– Bill Blass

Red’s Own Story

 

She is the thick

Slick enamel

That covers my nails

A pointer when tracing

Concentric circles

On bare flesh

She is the sports car

Darting along the highway

Hugging the curves

Turning an eye

She is the ripe

Succulent strawberry

Her flesh firm

Yet yielding

Tantalizing dipped in dark chocolate

Suits her best

She is the

American beauty

Long stemmed, heady fragrance

Her tight buds unfurl

Exposing her inner delicacy

We forget the thorns

She is the creamy dark war paint

On my lips

A signature

When and where

I choose to leave my mark

She is fire

On the move

Churning inside

Rising up

Beckoning me on

She is

Passion

Bisous,

Léa

… in season

“I generally avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it.”
– Mae West

Too much of a good thing is wonderful.
Mae West

… in season

Having fallen

From the tree

The plum bursts

With ripeness

My lips quiver

Hovered low

Anxious to devour

Juices

Flow freely

Skin sticky sweet

Delights of the season

My tongue

Rejoices

Bisous,

Léa

Memoir

“Love is forever, lust is for the moment…got a moment?” – Michael Gorman

“Too much of a good thing can be wonderful…” – Mae West

Memoir

You shall be

My pillow book

My brush

Will record

Each story

We create

Slowly

I master

Every pore

Your flesh

Will sing

With the

Tears, lust

And laughter

Shared

Exclamation points,

Ellipsis

I shall

Punctuate you

With care

Overlooking

Naught

Each mark

I leave

Every stroke

I make

Indelible

Bisous,

Léa

Résonance de la vie

“The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Résonance de la vie

They say

Hearing is the last sense

To close down

As we die

I have always had

Sensitive hearing

Will the echo of

The flames

Lapping at me

Carry me off

From this life

To what lies

Ahead

Résonance

Of a child’s cry

The lover’s threat

Crashing of waves

Ricochet

Accompany me now

And evermore

Better the laughter

And tears

Than no sounds

At all

Bisous,

Léa

Sanctuary

“I speak two languages, Body and English.”

– Mae West

Sanctuary 

Your eyes

Are my deepest

Sacred pools

Light reflects

As it dances

Across the iris

Following my movements

As I take command

Distraction averts your focus

Boundaries collide and fall

I shall return again and again

For sustenance, for warmth

To grow in the hallowed embrace

Of this sanctuary

Bisous,

Léa

Fire & Ice

“A dame that knows the ropes isn’t likely to get tied up.”

– Mae West

Fire & ice

Winter

It’s cold

Like your touch

And I

Am a creature

Of the heat

I

Delight in the taunting

Massage

Of the sun’s rays

They force me

Into

Complete submission

Fire Its The power

And it burns

Deep inside me

Beware

Your daggers

Of ice

Cannot penetrate me

I will laugh

As you melt

Fire & ice