- Erotic Poetry
- On independence, Recovery
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Click hereThe shoes she wore claimed “I am sex.”
Six inch high black patent leather hex.
The mojo item that would she could rule through,
She struts out to see what the shoes would do.
The men smelt her coming all sweat, pussy and sweet.
Strutting like she owned the street,
The power of the shoes she wore that day,
Made her feel like there was no penalty for her to pay.
Long strides she took to reach the arena to face her foe,
And confront the man who ruined her esteem and struck her low.
Truth and justice was her armor, nothing could make weaken
All that showed was strength and control, her gaze struck him like a beacon.
She calmly sat crossing stocking clad thighs,
Smiling when she saw where he had his eyes.
Her shoes were all the armor she would need
Her weapons to stand her ground, it did feed
So in the end she strolled out, she could smile at his dismay
That he was the one who had to avert his eyes and look away.
She walked away: steaming hot tramp, sultry, sulking sex he never would be served.
Mama got all her power back the moment she knew that her worth was more than he deserved.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREover 16 years agoI liked it, but you had too many words in each line to sustain the rhytm you created (have you tried reading it?) and some of the psychological explanation was redundent IMO. You should have trusted the shoes to make the explanation as the woman in the poem did...
