The Smyth Sewer - Chapter 3 - Flirtation
"Necromancing the Psychonaut"
Just when you think you are free -
In She comes with her
hot nurse’s uniform and
Electroconvulsive Therapy
(Ladylabyrinth/2019)
nowhere near close to ... Haiku
“Cherry Ripe”
I have this vision arriving at your hotel door. You’ve booked a room in the same hotel as me. Just for one night. Earlier we had met in the Rooftop Bar.
Morphine "The Night" / https://youtu.be/Q889itJ4Lr8
You’ve met me in the rooftop bar, around 8pm.
You arrived first, nervous, but maintaining an air of distant cool about you. You’ve texted to alert me to the fact, that you have arrived at the hotel and you are now sitting on one of the lounges in the outside rooftop bar area overlooking the city and the river.
Morphine "So Many Ways" / https://youtu.be/G3X2ODj4I7A
I’ve dressed myself in midnight blue, a thin glistening satin sheaf that clings to my body, no visible undergarment lines, buttons up to the collar - tonight however, I’ve left the black pearl buttons seductively undone to under my breast bone, the long strand of Maxima Sautoir Ghost White Paspaley pearls, designed to mimic the Ocean's movements, drips between my breasts. I've teamed the pearls with the Paspaley Monsoon Cicada earings. Ocean and Air. The depth of inky dark blue contrasts well with my alabaster skin, which glows opalescent in the mood lighting of the hotel room's suite and is offset, I smile, quite happy with myself, beautifully against my shiny mahogany locks. It feels good, this state of confidence. Kind of like an aphrodesiac. I smile at my reflection. A killer's smile. Not wide, sensual. A smile with the eyes. Cherry Ripe Red lips.
After inspecting the final presentation in front of the long mirror in my hotel suite's living area, I spray a subtle hint of perfume between my cleavage, a light spritz behind both my ears, a little on the soft skin of my neck and in my hair. I had considered leaving a light trace of the scent on the smooth bare skin of my legs, but decided to go au naturale, naked of any trace of artificiality in the length and breath of that low to higher territory. L'interdit by Givenchy. I have a short abstract moment where I consider the meaning of the perfume's name and it's history - for the life of me I can't remember; I remember the year 1957 and that some journalist had written it was specifically concocted for some American actress. I reconcile with myself that I must google it later when I'm researching, but it is very low on my list of priorities - I have bigger fish to fry.
I had thought of going without bra, but no, changed my mind at the last minute, a hint of black lace and the rise of cleavage, when the breeze blows, the material lifts slightly where I am currently standing in the interior of the hotel's Rooftop Bar and the barman inside glances admiringly, as I ask him which way to the actual outside Rooftop Bar, as this is my first time here "in your stunningly beautiful city", and mention to him, as the bar is very crowded, I'm a little disoriented.
The barman, says, “Love your accent honey, British?”
I smile my most charming smile, lips glistening juicy and ripe for kissing, stained cherry red with a slick of gloss, tastes like….hmmm, so not Vanilla... and I run my tongue over my top lip, pushing my hair behind my ear,
“No, but I like honey, honey” and laugh, “I’m from Oz”.
The man standing next to me turns around and accidentally bumping into me, drops his wallet at my feet. He bends down to pick it up and notices my long elegant feet encased in strappy black Manolo Blahnik sandles, killer heels. My toenails, he notices are painted Nude Pink.
“Killer Legs”, he thinks and looking admiringly up their full length to my face above him, smiles and apologetically says,
“Sorry sweetheart, this bar is so crowded!", he stands directly facing me. In my stillettos, he stands maybe two inches taller than me. In heels, I tower at 6’2”. His eyes are an unusual colour. I've never seen such coloured eyes before. Such a dark brown, not chocolate, more like Black Licorice. Mesmerising. Delicious. He’s very handsome in a dark way, his smile is ...cheeky, enticing. African American. I gift him with an open smile.
“You are very tall, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink to make amends?” He grins at me.
“I’d love to handsome, but I’m meeting someone here and I’m running slightly late”, I respond.
I thank him and move through the crowd towards the rooftop bar area, feeling slightly nervous, but I assume you will be more nervous than me. So that adds to my courage.
I see you at the far corner, in a quiet spot, your head is facing away from the bar area, you are not watching for me, your profile is from the side, I recognise you from your photos. You are sitting alone in one of the expansive plush corner lounges, black velvet, and you are looking over the river and dazzling city lights. I make my way over to you, you haven’t moved to turn once. I arrive standing by your side, I don’t touch you, although I had wanted to gently touch your shoulder. There is nothing worse than a trigger happy moment to spoil the scene. You’re casually dressed. I can smell your cologne and I say smoothly with that accent all the way from The Land of Oz,
“Who are you looking for out there?”
I was half expecting you to say .... Dorothy.
You turn and smile this big grin, you’re eyes are cool though. Very cool, very Blue, Cool Blue….cool, calculating and sexy as f***.
“Hello Trouble,” you purr…
You stand. We are eye to eye.
You certainly are no midget.
Tricky’s playing...somewhere, in the Rooftop Bar...
https://youtu.be/UxQstY0AqTM
"50 Words for Poe: Hysteria"
Incantation to you
Manifesting the Phantom
with the Hysteria Paroxysm Blues
Hellfire Club got nothin’ on you
Hot hysteria paroxysms
flying on your broom
a whole new world
Black cat purrs
“You, the catnip for this girl”
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
(to be continued)….
(c) LadyLabyrinth 2020 (A LadyLabyrinth Lovejoy-Burton Story)
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