silver stilettoes
raising her to horse height
loud clip clop noises
seen by everyone
a jiggle to her wiggle
the high heel waltz
I must admit she’s beautiful.
I see her swagger towards me.
Yet I feel confused.
I am in an insoluble maze.
I am reminded of a marigold.
She loves me
She loves me not.
Bah! Waste of time.
To love or not to love?
That is no question.
I should know my feelings.
I am confused.
Do I love her?
Does she love me?
So gorgeous..
Everyone admires her.
New fashioned dress.
High stilettoes
Echoing in the street:
Come to me!
Come to me!
Yet I am afraid of her.
And I know not what to do!
It’s a mystery.
Is there a code for love?
I don’t know it.
I heard of a busty chick from Philly
She was noted for being quite silly
Working on a brick street
Stilettoes on her feet
Her customers said she was a dilly.
written June 28, 2021
In her High Heels - She Walks
On golden sunbeams she gracefully strides,
elegant in her little black dress; like Audrey Hepburn,
she a star sparkling in sexy, black shiny stilettoes.
Stepping high on heels and high on love, she smiles
anticipating breakfast fit for a goddess…at Tiffany’s.
06-03-2018
Contest: She Walks
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Placement: 1st
Licenced to Rule
you can break open the sky
The world is your runway and you are an Eagle in stilettoes
Strike a peacock pose, this is your parade
Click your heels and take flight
We are not trapped or locked up in these bones
No, no, we are uncaged and unroofed
Licenced to Rule
we can break open the sky
The world is your runway and you are the
showstopper - AKA - Naomi Campbell - an Eagle in stilettoes
You reigned supreme of the catwalk.....Broke open the sky
charcoal was the night
the ground I waited on was an absinthe sheet
crimson was the bonfire light
cloudy smoke got directed to the street
dressed in long ashes of rose gown she came
so mesmerizing were her cerulean eyes
her ivory skin was on a thin frame
I hoped she would give in to my friendly tries
the slit in the gown showed porcelain stocking
the obsidian stilettoes she wore were awesome
her presence sent my mind rocking
I kept staring like a dumb
I directed her to a sable dance floor
to be near her that was the door.
two kinds of starlight
fashion their luster come eve
muddy and fiery--
heels adhere to night's command
rubbers or stilettoes worn.
Not for contest
7 Aug 2017
she walked stiff legged
balancing with difficulty...
wearing stilettoes
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