Red like Red Light
Turn off the
Red light
Or green light more turn offs.
An escort; most certainly...
Unique in spirit.
Let’s hear it for the stripper!
Let’s hear it for the boy!
But tipping for stripping might be stealing our joy.
Turn on
The Switches
To red light this district.
A splash of blood-hue
Will drown you
In a crimson
Lagoon.
Red light: PASSION
Red light: DESIRE
Red light: TEMPTATION
Where Satan resides.
We take in stride what you take in sin.
So begin with the niceties
And end with you in
My inner red circle
While sucking the small ones.
Red light is turned on
For your turn on.
Don’t turn on me,
I can’t abide another bruise.
Red cloak
To choke on
While wolves follow to Grandma’s
The gums of a wolf are blood red-
Bared in bed...
‘My what big teeth you have’
Rip in to my flesh-
Then tell me how I taste.
Sweet.
Forever sweet like
A gushing cherry,
Dying your lips
That are dying for me.
RED.
Like the color of the light
I keep on for you.
Come see me!
Your burning red flame
Your escort, save name.
Your red little dame
Tucked in...
The shadowy corner of your world.
About the Creator
KP Smith
Kristin “KP” Smith is a public performer, baker, former stripper/escort and recovered heroin addict. She has found healing in spiritualism and plant medicine. Comedic enthusiast, Mother of three, and advocate for children’s rights.
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I have been in the entertainment industry for over 20 years. When I was a child, I knew I wanted to perform because I would point to the screen while the newest Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen film was playing and say “how do I do that?” My Mother would reply “I don’t know... maybe you need an agent?” I would look at her pointedly, even as an eight year old, and say “then please get me an agent.”
By KP Smith3 years ago in Motivation
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