Les Chandelles (short movie)

They use to amuse themselves
on tuesdays, wednesdays and fridays,
engaged in sensuality, lecherously.
Monday's for couples.

She took up her best dress,
the red one, sheer red, succubus,
(before she'll get undressed)

We left for the party.

The candles prooved elegance.
The doorman - the man of silence -,
I saw his face on a stamp,
sticked on the back of the envelope.
The postman failed to deliver it.
(her stiletto heels and sheer skirt did the job)

If you manage, and you're in,
beware the masked villain,
who will change his mind
after your mates made their decisions
at the festive board.

Don't forget to bow before The King,
who enters uninvited!

While in the lobby,
cast a glance at your naked muse
on the persian bed,
her frivolous, nude stockings
& theatrical moves...
Can you resist temptation?

Inside, you'll meet the vanguard artists
and bohemianized striplings,
who'll confess their double personalities.
They struggle to make their best,
erecting perfect wonders,
trying to protect their future
and defend their past
with dubious coinages.

It's history in the making,
don't question anything.

She's watching you,
through tinted spectacles.
Let her swallow your aura,
let her lacerate your body
& penetrate your mind
slowly, gently, quietly,
like a midsummer night's dream,
with soft white virgins
unaware their sexuality.

Your spirit may rest now,
for a little while.
Enjoy her profanity,
prudery is missing
from her weakness list anyway.

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