Lady in Red (in English)
Lady in Red
He had found her online. New thing to him. She had sent him
that
sexy picture her wearing that red dress. Music on his mind.
The times they are a changing. Yes they really
had changed and would keep on changing.
Station.Fog. Waiting for a train. Riding on the
city of New Orleans? No he was going to the lake town
for a blind date. She had promised him the sweetest fig the
lake town had to offer in return for a lollipop. Thats how
sweet dreams are made.
The train arrives. He gets in, ICE train. Comfortable.
Sitting on my sofa runs through his mind.
Will she really be at the station? He feels insecure.Like
years ago for his first blind date, for a threesome.
With Babsi and Max that was. Small village not far from him.
Had not taken long to find BearLane. Small flat, dog, he
reminded and Babsi with her deep cut T-shirt, the short
skirt and nothing underneath had bent over him, while Max
had come to her from behind. He could well remember her hot
breath and the smell of her perfume that had hit him as he
was sucking her tits. Moving towards the bed Ne nanana
had given the rhythm. Yes those were the days
running through his head
as he thinks of England. He loves it, the countryside, the
old castles, the sea and the music.
Why taking this long trip in such a bad weather? he only knows
the woman from the internet, does not even know her real
name.
Will he arrive at all, he asks himself.Since privatisation
of railways one did not feel safe anymore. All those accidents.
But do not get that bitter feeling had been
a song by Biermann in those days.
So what drives him on. Is it his free will or is his free willy
taking charge?
One day he will have to say this is the end my friend,
my only friend the end, would that be his only friend
left?
Would they play death of a clown for his funeral?
A bad day for travelling today. 8th of December.20 years
ago they had killed John Lennon. The CIA? Anyway the Cubans
set him a monument. And Comandante Che Guevara.
His bones were on Cuba now, too.
He thinks of Niurka. Her dark velvety skin, her big jutting
breasts,
and the guitarmusic playing in the background when she
showed him her wet pink pussey. One more hour. What was waiting
for him? Alucy in the sky? or a pretty
Belinda after all?
His Venus, his fire at his desire.
There she stands at the station, waiting for him. She is
hot, can hardly wait. They only just reach the car and she
has his willy out and he fingers her bald fig. She pushes
her hair back and her lips demand lollipop.
Ne nanana. It squirts as the bloke opposite
him opens a tin of beer.
The train arrives. He gets out. His eyes scan the platform
in search of aLady In Red.