Shoes

It’s a new taunt.

A new device designed

to drive me into an even

further frustrated state.

She teases me with her

high heel shoes and long

legs. A short skirt and a

twinkle in her eye.

She knows it makes me

crazy. Her legs crossing

and uncrossing as my eyes

follow the lines and

curves of her body.

I want more. I want to

see more. It’s a palatable

hunger searing my blood

and boiling in my brain.

Those shoes. A huge variety

of high heel shoes to tantalize

my eyes. I never knew I was

such a sucker for them.

Or maybe I did. Maybe I

always knew, but it’s been

so long since I’ve met a

woman that likes them more

then I ever knew I did.

It’s wonderfully painful to

be tormented by a beautiful

woman and her sexy shoes.

A sinful joy of anticipation

to see them again.

I am a sucker for them,

her,

heels,

legs,

kisses.