The color, black, without question.
The leather, supple and tight, naturally.
The heel, not too high but enough to
lift what we each wanted lifted.
Your desire seethed across three states
when I sent you the photo.
My desire to strut and walk for you left
me unbalanced, teetering in between
my frozen and freeze-dried self
and the raw, unbridled version.
You claimed something in me
that I didn't know was there (except I did)
and you worked it, fostered it, and took it
(from my willing hands).
Me, in boots.
You, on your knees.
What we found there.
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Comments
I really like this piece - excellent ententres!
Sometimes I don't know what gets in to me. (Boots, I guess.)
This piece would be adored by Roethke...i think he was similarly inspired in his great work "I Knew a Woman"
And with that memory my cheeks just got a little redder.
Well done.
RATED
Thanks, Theo. I know, the title is pretty pointless. I just tend to have that moment each summer when I think..."Shit. The new fall boots are out." And there goes my day.
Angus, thanks. Very much. I love Roethke. What a great compliment!
littlewillie... that's a great song. It's usually playing somewhere in my head.
Thanks, Susanne. I love that you read it and enjoyed it. (I still kind of can't believe I posted this one.)
And now... I have to get to work - I love that you're reading, friends. More later.
mamoore.... ummmm... yes! Get some sexy boots. yes. Yes. YES. They can.... change your life. (Or at least your night.)
O'Really, me too. Right now. Me too. (if only)
Scupper... not only do I think you need a pair of these boots, but you need the person who GETS you in these boots. Someone who really appreciates the whole point of these boots. Because believe me, there is a point to these boots.
Pilgrim - the Nordstrom's Anniversary sale going on right now! Surprise your wife with a pair and plans a weekend away in the Fall.
No, Mrs. Michaels, one should never say no to these boots. And that's why I am hooked on them.
Thank you, Odette! I love it when you visit here. I appreciate the comment.
Well, Dr. Steve.... ummmm... ok.... you're where exactly? Ohhh, I get it, in your mind with your wife wearing these boots. Perfect place for you to be. Got it.
Jlynne - you need some divorce boots! Let's go shopping together. Now, that would be a way to celebrate the divorce decree!
Dorinda, I understand and so get that enthusiasm.
Duane, yeah. I know.
Verbal... thanks. I take that as a compliment.
And you were correct to pick up on a bit of pain here - this is in the past.
So I too was thinking a boot sale...then I got to "supple" then my desire was seethed across three states....I'll say California, Arizona, and Nevada. Now I'm going to get off MY knees and go teach an improv class. Confidently Sensual with summertime charm. Thank you for this. :-)
Hoping class was inspiring.
I admit, I like how this one works, too. The language for it came to me quickly, and still, it seems right.
Thanks for reading.
And boots do SO rule.
Oh, I so agree. Boots do rule.
Thanks for reading. (love having you here)