Heeled Poems - Poems about Heeled

Some of you, will in memory, may fondly recall. Enchanting, colored dance floors, you all had a ball! When women still wore stunning, gorgeous dresses, Unafraid to wear makeup, and sport long, shiny tresses. No, you were not vaping or drugging it up, to be cool. You did not want to be a stoner or be the town fool, Youeven...

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He heard the car and came running, Jumped and whirled in the air, Barking his happiness! Dad lifted her down in her yellow-flowered Camisole and high heeled shoes. The dog dropped, His hind quarters hunched down, Body sprung parallel to the ground, Ears laid back, hackles raised. He'll get used to you, Dad said, Tapping him with his foot. But he didn't....

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The carefree menagerie a very merry coterie of holiday lovers, and well-heeled brothelers they rarely miss a chance ...

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High heeled shoes walking Doing special kind of talking Spreading a sensual feeling Sending watchers reeling Uplifting and enhancing Really sexy when she’s dancing Helping her to look classy and chic Making her look powerful and unique...

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SPRING-HEELED JACK Spring-Heeled Jack was a very odd chap, And a very odd chap was he. His eyes glowed like a pyre, He wore batman’s attire. He was frightful not least Because from the mouth of this beast Spewed forth a tongue of blue fire. Spring-Heeled Jack had a very strange knack, And a very...

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high heeled feris wheel riders, cackling as if their tails were afire red mouths agape-screetching at stars stars whisperin back round and round spinning to black rouged rough riders seduced, stumbling from buckets into the sequined arms of night... rank bargain beer flows, the cut-offs and halter tops glow everything becomes a knife in a side show... the tacky and raspy the...

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Walking along from the public house late that night My lantern giving just a little light My thoughts as I walked, was I very late? The time unimportant the year eighteen thirty-eight. A scream I heard, from a far off distance. Commotion coming my way, do I make a stance? A lone figure running towards me, I stop dead in...

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