Peta

Peta accentuated the near perfect cupid’s bow she had been blessed with at birth with a fine line of raisin colored pencil admiring its near perfect formation before moving on to her ever lamentable lower lip which the gods had clearly chosen to overlook.

Using the same raisin pencil, she drew in a much more pleasing lower lip line well below her natural one, sweeping the color of the line up to where her natural lip left off with the flat tip of a triangular sponge.

She ‘set’ the lip liner with a daub of face powder before filling in the expanse between the lines with a muted mulberry, which she applied, blotted and applied again before adding the pièce de résistance, just a shimmer of icy lemonade colored gloss in the center of her lower lip, creating that pouty look all the boys were so wild about.

Taking a well deserved moment to feast her eyes on her most flawless creation yet, Peta drew her silken dressing gown up high around her neck, luxuriating in its petal softness as it slid up the smooth expanse of her throat and then back down again. 

With a practiced toss of her shoulders she sent the dressing gown slipping slowly, sensuously down one arm and then the other slowly revealing perfectly waxed pecs, nipples now taut and erect under the dressing gowns silken tutelage. 

As she let her lacquered nails glide feather-light over the length of her hard-wrought rigid abs, she felt fleetingly like Peter again. 

But a quick glance up at her perfectly painted lips reminded her that could never again be so..

 

Lola

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like
Cherry Cola
C-O-L-A Cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, “Lola”
L-O-L-A Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Well, I’m not dumb but I can’t understand
Why she walked like a woman but talked like a man
Oh my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

Well, we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
She said, “Little boy, won’t you come home with me?”
Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes
Well, I almost fell for my Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her, and she at me
Well, that’s the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
Except for Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola

Well, I’d left home just a week before
And I’d never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
She said, “Little boy, gonna make you a man”
Well, I’m not the world’s most masculine man
But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man
And so is Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola

Lola was written by Ray Davies and performed by the band he co-founded with his brother Dave in 1963, a band they called, The Kinks. The song itself was recorded at Morgan Studios, London and released on June 12, 1970.

Lola is rumored to have been born of an experience their manager Robert Wace had with a woman in Paris, who unbeknownst to him at the time he wooed her on the dance floor, was transgender.

This is my response to Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday call for songs that contain the word ‘La’.

 

13 thoughts on “Peta

  1. Massive grin for several reasons. One is that you’ve chosen my sister-in-law’s name… and two more different images would be hard to find. Second is the song, and memories of the bar staff setting up a transvestite (Raquel) to sing Lola on karaoke. She wasn’t happy. I wasn’t happy; I thought it cruel, and was happy to sneak Raquel out the back way. But no, Raquel insisted she’d perform it.

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  2. Ello, ellay
    There must be a cool term in rhetoric for when the sound and the feeling of forming certain words (when spoken aloud) contribute to the enjoyment. Sure, lyrics tell a story and paint pictures, but Lola stands out, at least for me. So the Seventies.

    Your story is another matter. Issues of transgender aside, for whatever reason, the process of ‘improving onself’ for the purpose of becoming attractive to another resonates with something within all of us, to one degree or another. And, arguably, one individual may take the process as being another form of a better wardrobe while another puts their entire self in thrall to this acceptance by strangers. Surely there is nothing more fundamentally and, more human, than to include others in such an essential assessment.
    lol damn! sorry to get all candles, incense and coffee house on your story… not always like that…. no, I amend that statement, I’m a clark of course the idea of how intimately we are all connected to each other, whether we admit it or not is surely something we clarks are all to aware of.

    …like Cherry Cola. See Oh ellay Cola

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    • reading your comment always renews my love for the written word, as I can trace and retrace what you said savoring it all. Thanks so much for this opportunity to do so.
      The part of Peta/Peter that needed to be pleasing to the eye didn’t remained ie the perfect abs vs the perfect lips regardless of gender persuasion and I think that is important.

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