Wilma

Wilma Livingston once set a statement.
She killed the man's dulcinea and didn't break a sweat.

"Babe-will-you-stop-calling-him-'love'-I-think-you-will-babe-"

Wilma has pale skin and dark hair, a Cruella-de-Vil in her mid-40's and a hunter with a vision: seeking the finest meat inland, strutting down the street in an inside ache, staring at every man from head to feet assuring the gentlemen she was willing to provide a generous sleepover from her behalf.

Wilma slid smoothly from one mouth to the other, the talk of the city -- she loved it. She was known for being an asset for the boys that wanted an experienced mistress. There she went with her "mother-I'd-like-to-fuck" quality. One that she could carry gracefully.

It was clear to me and to the rest of the folks that Wilma was not one to mess around with.

This is interesting. Did Perpetua know?
Was Perpetua aware of Wilma's vision?


Perpetua attempted to mess with Wilma on a rainy day of August.

She said: "You're stepping on forbidden land
don't try to further into our area"

Wilma smiled and she took three steps ahead.

Before anything was done, Wilma made it clear to Perpetua: "I'm the snake that's been blindfolded"
"Mess and pay."
Oh what a pilgrimage Perpetua Craft suffered.

Wilma is the scent of the devil, murder musk.
A fireblast of lust, a beast on the leash.

She left the room, high-heels atop Perpetua.

It's still raining. The children dance and sing:

sweet foolish woman, baby of the sea,
shed tears in vain, grab us by the hand
Wicked Wilma was once here, she payed and left

we told her, st. Gertrude, we were clear:
if you mess with the devil
the devil itself
will
bite
your
eyes
out,
foolish woman, baby of the sea.



" Baby someone killed my ladylove - he said -


Wilma - a void - this body needs you. "