Slip those tall, suede heels from your stockinged feet.
And I will fall to my knees in complete,
devoted adoration's ecstasy
(its words only exist in poetry).
Lift each sheer-sheathed foot to my eager face:
the world must flee this private time and space.
Soft silk around your toes transmits my kisses
to them as you bestow the best of blisses
on my soul with a gentle, teasing pleasure
beyond these lines' ability to measure.
Starward
[jlc]