She is fitting a new shoe—
Cinderella
with toenails dipped in wine.
Still,
in her unwitting display of feet,
sunshine suckling on her toes,
and they begin a conversation
with your eavesdropping eyes.
Lingering—
when they will meet her lingerie.
A forbidden fruit,
sensually dripping into her shoes.
I forgot my size.
I left—
with a throbbing heart
and a soul tormented
under her sole.
wow dearest Me this write is on point so sexy ❤️
Thank you, my dear! I appreciate it. “) <3
Nice! Maybe I’m out of the loop, but this seems a bit diff than your norm.I love it, btw. A throbbing heart, huh. I really like the vulnerability you’ve displayed here. It’s relatable and also entertaining.
I do have few of these and I try to dip in different styles. Only I don’t post them much.
Thank you, Styxian. For the read and the comment. It means alot “)
M.E this is really…nice. a forbidding fruit was a lovely touch.
Thank you, Fia!! I am glad you liked it. “)
Passionately penned, M.E. Amazing write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, brother for the overflowing support. “)
Awesome piece dude. Sexy and passionate. Don’t get too soft on us though.
“You are getting soft, brother.”
No. I am not. Hahaha. If you can see, the poem is slightly between the erotic fetish and voyeurism, which both, I think, lay in your line of subjects. 😉
Thank you, for reading and commenting. It means alot.