Lady Julia Wickette

A towering woman, though not particulary tall
She carries herself with an air of confidence and expectation

A woman teleported from the late Eighteenth Century
She is full and plump, reveling in her elegance

No pathetic anorexic, she's comfortable in her skin
Knowing that true beauty radiates from within and is timeless

What you notice first is her fanny length red hair
Perfectly long and perfectly straight

Her skin is pure ivory, flawless and supple
Sprinkled generously with shimmering cinnamon

Next you are bedazzled by her commanding, probing eyes
Sparkling emeralds that see past your veneer

Throw in her penchant for fine Cubans et voila
Quebecoise, a most lethal femme fatale en rouge

An erudite disciple of the kinky marquis
She's studied the human body and know its secrets

Bringing hard men to their knees, soft women to rapture
By alternating deft applications of pain and pleasure

Paid well for her brutual skills, she calls it tribute
And such glowing adoration is always so richly deserved

An audience with her will leave you forever changed
Sweaty, breathless, and transformed

This Mistress knows what you want, gives you what you need
Breaking down the walls, crushing all but what's authentic

So her black Porche's plate says it all
HURTSOGOOD and it always does