Leijla’s Blog

Cupid’s Impressions

November 15, 2018

Winged Cupid isn’t painted blind
But longer ties means less he minds.

The first attraction, the body’s prose
Rosy lips, light skin and royal nose
Curve of breast, unmarred by clothes
How cute you are from head to toes

Second is your scent and sound
Whiff of floral, you to me bound
Gentle cadence as laughter swings round
But your erotic sigh must take the crown

Last but not least is a fervent soul
Soft prodding, massaging, and lithe cajole
To transform firm shell into unfettered foal
Mind gracious, curious, without charcoal

Cupid’s love is immature and fickle
The full package my affection does tickle. …

Semi-Retirement a.k.a. ‘part time’ companion FAQ

November 8, 2018

What does semi-retirement mean? I don't get it.
There's a lot of confusion about what semi-retirement means, so that's the first issue I'll address.

To me, semi-retirement is about working when I want to and being more selective with the people I see. While I love providing pleasure, the future Leijla Foss will focus on mutual enjoyment during our time together.

So, to help you understand, think of it as 'part time companionship'. It seems the confusing word is retirement, so I'll discontinue using that phrase from now on.

Right now, I see part time companionship (for me) as taking one extended date per month. Please note that January and February are already taken, so the next month of 2019 I'll be available will be March. I won't be taking any dates in December 2018.
How many dates will you accept?
I'll be available for up to one date per month next year, so I will have up to 12 dates in 2019.

I won't tour and I won't be bundling dates together. Even if I come to a …

Dreaming of Leijla Foss… a new video

October 2, 2018

https://vimeo.com/291842078 …

Tick Tock

September 25, 2018

Kind to the world
Is just being nice
Kind to a few
Effective and suffice

Nice to the face
Cruel to their back
Do it too often
You’ll be labeled a brat

When everyone’s your darling
Everything you do— love
Special’s no longer special
Nothing below or above

I can’t love it all
Not the manner to live
A select few for my care
Focused attention to give

The trouble is finding
The issue? How to pick
I struggle to meet one
Who understands how I tick

When I do find a soul
That enchants my eye
Lasting friendship is elusive
And persistence becomes fried

Is it too hard to ask
For just one to reciprocate?
I’ll ask Santa for someone
For me alienation will abate …

Leijla Foss for 2019 and beyond (semi-retirement)

September 5, 2018

Slowly and surely I've been responsible and reasonable with my finances. The time is coming soon for me to adapt to a different lifestyle, one of more traveling and personal freedom.

I'll cease offering short encounters and will be available exclusively for fly-me-to-you dates beginning January 2019. I'll be unavailable December 2018. I'm still deciding how I'll offer services as I move forward. For now, this post is all I have.

This likely comes as a surprise to most. I've only been in this hidden world since April 2017. Why is it already time for me to 'retire'?

Are you retiring?
I'm not retiring per-se.

When I began providing pleasure as Leijla Foss I didn't know what to expect. I sure didn't expect what I've experienced. At times I've been frustrated to the point of wanting to pull my hair out. But other times I've been overwhelmed with joy to the point of speechlessness.

I've grown as a person since I began meeting wonderful men and women around a year and a half …

Life, soft. Life, tough.

July 20, 2018

Thank you to the encouragement and warm words of those who have enjoyed my poetry. I'm glad I pushed myself to write this and get back to writing again. I hope to write more poetry in the upcoming months.

This poem was inspired by thoughts about how life is thought to be both difficult and soft. Our emotions are thought to make us weak. Additionally, we are made of flesh that is soft, that bleeds. We are not sturdy creatures.

Even so, we can (and oftentimes must) be strong... mentally and physically. Life is tough, it's a harsh world out there.

Life.
Soft.
Oft of the flesh
Rife with blood and passion
Boff, kiss & get off
Love, held aloft
Alive through it all

Life
Tough
Bluff with a poker face
But behind the mask
A knife, cuts hopes
Passions, joy and dreams.
Muffle the pain
Forget the gruff

Life, soft.
Life, tough.
Both real
Both more than enough
To fill our time
With love or despair
With joy overflowing
Or anguish to beware

Silky skin. …

One of Ten Thousand: a poem about connection

April 28, 2018

We emerge into this world
Naked and alone
To later fade from our bodies,
Our only true homes
Yet during the time
And space in between
We search for another
To connect with, be seen

But for all of the people
That you touch with your soul
There are ten thousand others
For you they have hearts of coal
"How are you?", a handshake
A cold embrace and wry smile
I had good intentions
Where was your intent all the while?

Although I poured my heart out
I'm just another glass of wine
When I flew my true colors
You left them dry on the line
My genuity was entertaining
Splendid afternoon fun
But to you I'm a number
Number ten thousand and one

Over and over
Heavy feelings arise
Perhaps it's time I, too,
Donned an emotional disguise
I'm looking to find one
I'd be lucky to find two
Others to share dark corners with
And by feelings won't be spooked

In the meantime I’ll take advice
From wise Ms. Taylor Swift
Haters gonna hate! And I realize
My connection’s a …

Like flowers? A Poem contemplating comparing women to flowers.

April 11, 2018

I dedicate this poem to Rex

Women are oft compared to a flower
But soft! Too vague is our choice word
More precise, specific shall we be
For specificity is a position of power

Shall I compare thee to a summer's daisy?
Soft, slender and white extremities
Caress and stroke. Ending with a pluck
To seal your heart, thus make eyes turn hazy.

Her, is that which we call a rose?
Smell is sweet, but beware the thorns.
A spike is used to protect her treasures:
Face, touch and intimate mind-prose.

Is the Ms. an artichoke: to be or not to be?
Her disposition depends on timing, on approach
Humble gentleness rewards with purple flowers
Rude and preemptive is greeted with simple green

Perhaps flower still is the perfect phrase
Various flowers bloom periodically for all
A shape-shifting puzzle ladies are and be
Variety 'tis a pain that pays …