Stilettos

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The Walking Sin
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We are two
to make one seen
a pair of crimson elegance
owned by collared ankles
sole seduction on Her feet

We provide insight
an inch apart that goes on and on
distance of artfully planned exposure
between nyloned towers of upright need
swinging Her out and the car door shut

We were built with passion
a cent wide foundation
for a skyscraper of confidence
the bonus level at ground
to let Her reach new heights

We are lava on tarmac
directed to the waiting magma chamber
rocking the Richter scale with each step
red heat melting hearts in the audience
as the parking lot turns into Her catwalk

We navigate the rough lobby
surfing the waves of starving sea dwellers
upstream against the grey lunchtime flood
vermilion shark with a hunger sitting lower
on course to Her fishing grounds

We befriend shy pumps
joining in a mutual elevator ride
shining some blush onto no competition
single at last, anticipation rising skyward
Her pulse stepping up with each floor

We double-click with every yard
down the office cubes mile
turning nerdy heads with every corner
until they spin from sensory overload
Her feet typing twenty wet dreams a minute

We are walking the sin
the last line of defense
Sylvia's saucy secretarian smile
muted by CHROme doors closing
His prospect welcomes Her

We cross synthetics craters
meteor strike of wool fettle jacket
infinite descent of snowflakish blouse
bottomless fall of skirty elevator
thick carpet on Her last few steps

We claim the desk's front
hard, long, focused steel
points of origin for diverging lines
isosceles perspective on His event horizon
Her feet shaping a vulvar amplification

We add surplus inches
arrange a bend over the dividing mahogany
and center His foot's length for union
apex meeting frequency grows exponentially
'multiple' coming to Her mind

We play our role
good ole game of give and take
improvising the daily play
not a dialogue scene
but noise in Their parts

We handle the grip
capital extension of Her V
orientated to heaven
by His devilish hands
while Their worlds collide

We are her favorites
as we are worn anytime
ensuring satisfying results
in any angle and position
secret of Her succe$s

We steady shaky stance
when passion is gone
time for the pet has come
another promising apprentice
leaves Her office

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MaydaypilotMaydaypilotalmost 3 years ago

So many perfect lines deftly played.

PiscatorPiscatorover 3 years ago

Well done, I loved your word play particularly "Sylvia's saucy secretarian smile." However, to paraphrase Winston Churchill "Sometimes a show is just a shoe"

29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 3 years agoAuthor

Credits for inspiration go to foot_fetish_fan. Sending feedback on the question why a fantasy setting got more attention than a poem with a realistic one. I added a very raw version of Stilettos to give an idea for a realistic scene. Without that question this poem here would never have been given birth. So, thanks for your pondering, fff.

It certainly was fun to play with words, meaning and ambiguity. I hope you like the tiny twist at the end.

AnonymousAnonymousover 3 years ago

So damn sexy!!!!

Loved it 29!!!!! 5 stars for you sir! x

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