SHOES, GLORIOUS SHOES
“There is nothing quite so divinely sexy, as the click of high-heels on a hard surface.”
I remember clicking across the hardwood floor,
sheer black stockings,
black satin corset,
glossy black stilettos gracing my feet.
He told me to walk slowly,
so He could cherish the vision.
When finally I stood before Him,
His fingertips slid down my calf,
“You have exquisitely elegant ankles,” He breathed.
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This post was inspired by a confession I made during a comment exchange with Lonelyheart yesterday.
I bought a pair of very sexy shoes – they have red velvet heels!
They are staring at me, challenging me, daring me to put them on,
take them out – flaunt them,
and my exquisitely elegant ankles.
Maybe I will, but I’d rather do something like this:
“There is nothing quite so divinely sexy, as the click of high-heels on a hard surface.”
And if you’d like to see something completely wild, and totally bizarre:
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