High Heeled Shoes Black and Velvet

High-Heeled Shoes Black And Velvet


Fresh shaved legs
Smooth as silk
Nylon stockings
Gliding, effortlessly across my skin
My hand moving slowly feeling the curvature of my legs
Pausing for a moment
At just that place
The one you always liked to kiss.

Clean skin well oiled and scented
Soft and ready for touch
Longing for gentle hands
And kind caresses.

High-heeled shoes
Black and velvet
Not unlike my hair
Slipped upon my feet
As I prepare.

A satin dress
Clinging like your hugs
Carefully placed upon my body
Making sure everything is just so.

Lips red and hungry
Disguised with a sultry smile
Polished and outlined
Perfectly applied
As they have not yet been kissed.

Eyes lined dark
Shaped like night
Made up with dim lights in mind.
Bedroom eyes they say
This way no tears are seen.

Sleek fingers with painted red nails
Reaching for a shot of courage
The courage transferred from the bottle to a glass
Then brushing across my lips.

Walking through the door
That churning in my stomach
Starts all over again.

I will smile
Even laugh perhaps.
Blow soft kisses across the room
A wink of the eye
A fresh spray of perfume
I know I've caught your eye.

Long strides across the stage
Music starts to play
Fresh shaved legs
With glittered oils
Gleam with every move.

I feel the sweat right behind my knee
The place you always kissed.
Closing misty eyes
Getting lost in trance.

I still wait for you
Most nights you know
When the music stops
And I open my eyes
Once again I'm still waiting it seems.

High-heeled shoes
Black and velvet
Nylons gartered neat and snug
My smile lost
When the music stops
The faces of dozens meet my eyes
And I am so alone.