MEDITATION ON A PAIR OF FENDI THIGH BOOTS

As I couldn’t afford them

I cut them out of Vogue,

Put them in my handbag as a charm,

Mine to keep as long as

The paper bears my

Obsessive handling, on the tube,

In the morning coffee shop,

In the places where I take them out,

Weigh them in my hands like gems.

 

At night, as you lie beside me, sleeping,

I take out the birthday gift,

You will never buy, part my

Booted legs as if for you to fuck me,

Vibrate myself to Amazonian bliss.

4 thoughts on “MEDITATION ON A PAIR OF FENDI THIGH BOOTS

  1. Oh this has really grabbed my attention. YUM!
    As a boot lover I totally relate. I feel a complete sex-pot vixen in some of my boots.

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