Perverse Boots

Darkness sings in the cold glow of glaring streetlights.
She treads possessed, resplendent in the agony of her perverse boots.
Wicked heels halt to listen to the wail of cold, shining metal.
Silken saxophone strains wind themselves around fishnet legs,
Whispering a lascivious invitation to join the cool madness
of the wayward night.

Heavy iron door swings open; gleaming silver ankle chains
cantillate the manifestation of her black leather essence.
Cerulean eyes scream in silence as they search the darkened room.
Smoky swirls of red hot jazz lead her thoughts astray.
Here, he is here…

Wicked heels click quickly across the barren cement floor.
Taut leather minidress settles onto crimson paisley sofa, watching,
waiting as pointed toes extend gracefully from perverse boots.
Fishnet legs slightly spread, wondering, wanting.
Billie Holiday lends honey-tinged voice posthumously through another:

You know that I love you
And what loving does
All my thoughts are real
For I'm so completely yours

Lost in ethereal dreams of lust, longing, desire
her soul flies recklessly into his dangerous dark eyes.

Hush now, don't explain
You're my love and pain
My life's your love
Don't explain

Blowing warmth into the gleaming saxophone, he’s waiting, watching
as blazing red fingernails absent-mindedly trail across fishnet thighs.
Billie disappears into the night with smooth, soulful lyrics
trailing off into black velvet oblivion.

Done, gone forever, her loss quickly forgotten
as worn suede boots plod toward her in haste.
Taking delicate hands from fishnet thighs,
He pulls her quickly into his raging fire;
burning kisses press heat against heat.

Leading her leather essence into the dark recess of the hall,
wicked heels click on darkened cement;
perverse boots reach their destination.

Spun around, cool leather slides upward,
glowing white flesh exposed knowingly, carelessly.
Delicate hands brace wild stance against peeling wall.
Open, ripe with reckless abandon as he thrusts deeply,
spearing her miniskirt soul, slamming into her fishnet world.

Moaning from slick, ruby lips, she sharply inhales
as he possesses her completely.
He fucks her to her very core as pointed toes
and white knuckles now bear his weight.

Dangerous seed boils and flies, filling her soul completely.
Cerulean eyes scream in ecstasy,
as calloused fingers dance against pink folds --
blessed, agonizing release into his palm.
He holds her completely still, and feels the quaking
of fishnet legs in perverse boots.