Heel Squeeze

Sooted spikes nestling breasted flesh
Spiking nipples to erection
Soles tingling globed outlines
Some exclamation to the frantically
Satisfaction zone
Spiking tongued slitherings
Tasting footed quashings beneath her dignity
Not you.

If she jives the leathered toe to your gate
You'll grovel
Slurp
Salivate the insertion
Toes to stretch lipped vagrancy
Inhale the arched sweat veil
Dragging the heeled toes
Uncrossing those fenced poles
You'll puff and swell to gutters
Nyloned grovelling
Shoving hands her length
Teething the vein and tearing to shreds
Your probing will spurt churched Sundays.

No one dares to omit
Your rashed skin
Rippled sweat stains
Heated release from lashed lungs
She'll secret the red room
Now at least.