Stride

I saw her in a flies eye About a thousand times a second, Right as she was walking by On pumps that really set it... And heels as tall as champagne glasses, Slowing down my mind, Stopping time soon as she passes With one thought in mind... Pulling off those stocking lace's Made with Chinese silk, From the worm that make men burn, And crave for mothers milk... Each geometric step in motion, Compliments her hips, To tug upon the slightest notion, Coming from my lips... A walk can be so sexy , If you can see my point of view, But a stride is what will let me Crave the woman in the shoe... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com