The Visitor

I asked the woman where she came from,

She didn’t utter a word,

But stood outside on the landing where

She wouldn’t be seen, or heard.

She glided into the bedroom then

And dropped her gown on the floor,

Then climbed up onto the four poster

A thing I couldn’t ignore.

The name embroidered upon the gown

Was one, a Lucie La Corte,

It lay there crumpled upon the ground,

A thing of beauty, I thought,

But far more beautiful, there she lay

Within the reach of my hand,

With silken skin that had reeked of sin

Inviting love on demand.

I caught the scent of wisteria

The fragrance rose from her breast,

I felt close to hysteria,

Like I was put to the test,

I lay and stared at her shapely form

And thought, how could I resist,

But then I noticed the branding mark

An ugly Fleur de lis.

It sat high on her shoulder there

To tell what she had done,

Some grim crime from another time

And an execution…

I heard her sigh as she raised one thigh

Then I saw her eyes had teared,

Her teardrops fell, and she broke the spell

For then she had disappeared.

If ever you’re visiting Paris

And those evil streets, and mean,

Beware, the hotel you stay is not

Called ‘Madame La Guillotine’,

Or you may lie in a poster bed

As I did, god help the thought,

And watch as the visitor sidles in

The one, a Lucie La Corte.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A ghostly story entwined with temptation. Very well written.

Chris

[TPK Stories]

A sinfully delicious tale of lust...well-written DLP...

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful tale written my friend. You create place and a woman of great mystery. I like the complete tale and thank you David for sharing the outstanding poetry and story.
Coyote

[Tony Jordan]

WOW - Saucy intro David !!
and there's the twist ---
This turned out to be very moving. One can certainly imagine that Paris is rife with the spirits of those who met such a horrible death.
A cross-genre post from you my friend - 70% erotic and 30% chilling...or maybe 60 - 40 .