I want to be your

boots long and black
hug your skin up to

right below the knee.
I want to be your

boots long and black

when you slide one on
and then the other, up

your skin, ‘til right below
the knee.
Your legs nice and sharp

like a knife
can’t touch unless you

let me
can’t touch or I’ll get

cut deep…
Your long black leather

boots,
vase for the stems

of a

rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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