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there's a stiletto staccato 


echoing in hipswinging anticipation

down an alley of transformation 

the sound gets devoured in the shadows

nice girls don't wear leather 

at least not until after they're caught 

at the bend on the left  knock once to get it started

then twice again with a shiver for good measure

but don't forget to leave your halo at the door

one deep breath across the threshold 

where hail mary lost her blush 


 
bass lines thumping twined and stroking

a smoke floating rhythm across desires and smiles 

weaving through hungry fingers that twitch

i'll have the double naive dirty with a twist

ordered in glances that blaze like wildfire from the darkness 

the shadowed and hungry light up with each innocent click

taking long drinks that travel up ankles and thighs 

roving over and around every curve that's showing

slaking around every one that's not

those heels would feel like heaven pressed against the right chest

or peeking out from the cuffs at the ends of a bar


 
innocence always did look better when it's genuine

rolling off in static waves like a pheromone beacon

calling the vultures to feed with greedy delight

such soft flesh now tingling takes only a moment to sting 

usually singing in perfect welts that rise like venus 

around and above binding laces and silver shackled bracelets

vibrant rose stained gasps and pleas painted sinfully decadent

the rapid rise and fall of that bustier just leaves them restless

alice in wonderland chains caught and caged maybe splayed

or prostrate with a cat o nine tails itch that needs scratching 



pick a door that leads beyond 

darker than your wildest dreams

but oh so much more satisfying

prim and proper went to hell with a grin

and those stilettos are leading the way


the possibilities are endless