I can hear them coming....
Those short, menacing steps.
Be still my racing heart!
Released from your Stiletto prison, you can finally
Breathe deep and wiggle freely...My paroled fixation.
My ruby red lolipops.
Whats fuels this unnatural obsession?
The dank smell of sweaty leather and talcom powder?
Caught up in a vortex of unexplained preoccupation
You let yourself sink into an abyss of Vera Wang and Nine West.
Waiting patiently for the staccato of...Those short, menacing steps.
The preceding was an example of Obsessive Poetry.
NOT Fetish Poetry!
There's a difference....Really!