I want to strut
stilettos
for him.
some
four-incher
tight pant
pinchers
slim limb
bimbo
bouncers
pronouncing
pouncers.
this
skyscraper
thigh shaker
shit
isn't for
beginners;
my limbs
long for sin.
I want
this
patent leather
prance
to permeate
his
pleasure centers.
Fascinate your
fantasies
with visions of
licorice long stems
and longing
and
foggy glass.
ogle these legs
up to my ass
and plan your
palm to pass a grasp
then grab.
then gasp.
wrap these
rocketship sex shoes
around you
and let's
blast to the
moon.
