"stilletos" poems
I'll walk towards you in stilletos
Naked as the day I was born
and fold myself across you
anticipating as the day is long
I'll bend my knees upon carpet
as decadent as your punishment
and hold my breath until blue
waiting for your commencement
Waiting for your roaming hand
to just simply stop it's caressing
anticipating that sharp sting
upon flesh so eager for addressing
Up and down the fingers splayed
beginning the real torture
wiggling brings a sharp reprise
and a whispered
what have I taught you?
*There is no escape, essentially,
as you bend so enticingly
across my knee there is no escape
from me*
and crack across my buttocks
brings pleasure to both of us
and an unspoken entreaty,
hips raised in motion
please...
More for me
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
Red was not her colour
But a taste and sounds of her
No danglings, no bling-blings
Not even the style of Harry's.
She wear no stilletos
Neither pumps but fine kicks
Keds trend all over
Rockin' and spinnin'
With her preferred music.
At times, I then look down
Not to face the pebbled ground
Taylor's Red Collection
Became part of my up-to-date fashion.
(6/30/14 @xirlleelang)
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
*She sat around a huge throng
At La Bellevilloise where the music turns up
matches her red lips and sultry dress
Pouring a bottle of Musigny under a frigid night
She curled her brunette hair an hour
chose the best stilletos
with a drop of parfum in her wrist
Tonight, the moon's her spotlight
she drown from every sip of wine,
as she dances her heartache
and catches his eyes
Her smile stings a heart
her words create an echo
enchanting to his ears
A poison of desire
a canvas of picturesque scenery
she was the quintessential beauty
that burns in sight
But on midnight,
where they said their goodbyes,
she looked at her face
with the mascara lines
and messy hair in the mirror
whispering, "tonight was a terror"
slowly wiping her eyes and exhaled with a smile*
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
lackluster, with a sad smile
i wade into the deep ocean of self hatred
with my head anchored to my spine
in only the most casual of ways
lips curved into a hint of what could've been
a smile
as the water reaches my throat
i swear i could hear the click of her patent stilletos
against the sides of my ribs
as i try and recall
the way your calloused hands
brushed against my shoulder
released all of the world's winds
into the small of my back
i can't help but laugh
at the way mirrors seem to destroy me from the inside out
my brown eyes seem to condescend
at what i fail become
as i watch you fall in love
with all that she is
and all that i can never be
i drown.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
Blowing kisses,
Is inocent she said,
As she drew the eye liner a little thicker across her eye lids,
Biting your lip,
Is perfectly okay,
As her lips bleed red,
Shade 918,
Uncrossing your legs,
Is a little inviting,
As the stilletos gleamed against the dim lighting,
She said,
Tight clothes,
Make me wanted,
She said as her body bended down,
A hand came down hard on her ***
Bra less see through shirts,
Add to the thrill,
Her ******* profound,
Lace lingerie,
Makes the boys drool,
I'm a burlesque babe!
Don't look shocked,
I was raised this way,
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
I had a dream that I saw you in a hotel room with two other women. I was chasing them down the hallway with my 6 inch stilletos, a knife sharper than my mind, and a heart full of rage. I welcomed them with a formal greeting before I took their heads, "hello, my name is Delilah. I'm here to **** you. I'm sorry if I'm sweating profusely. Now, if you wouldn't mind getting on your tartly knees." I kept thinking to myself, as I slowly inserted my mind into theirs, 'I never knew I was capable of doing such things.' And it wasn't until they were finally dead that you were finally gone.
You were the milk to my white oleanders; ever so soft, innocent, and pure and I could easily absorb you through my stems and blossom until I was plucked from the bouquet the very next day. Now, instead of your milk, only your stench remains and I can't seem to wash it off no matter how hard I try. There's no longer that sweet flora and fauna that I once remember. You are now but an awfully sweet memory that remains in my bell jar forever.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
I've got a date
with the devil,
she never wears stilletos,
just a pair of chucks
and them lee dungarees,
if I order a drink for myself
I have to order one for her.
"Are you going to drink that?"
I ask.
It's just been sitting there for awhile,
so warm and hungry.
"No,"
she says,
and her eyes are already pocked
with burst blood vessels,
already glassy with my soul,
she's got it now.
So I take it,
and take everything she's got to give.
Which is a lot,
considering.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
filthy brick
sitting in my rented room
drinking southern comfort
it's been a long time
I'll definitely be ******* in the sink
tonight
I hear the women outside
women,women,woman
clapping hooves on cement
stilletos of the apocalypse
smash my eyes and
break my teeth
tick,tick,tick.tick
tick,tick, tick.tick
give me the agony
it's in your skin
woman
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
She sways within the Midnights
Vineyards an exotic gypsy
With a rose in her hair
Her Love is naked as the moonlight
Her gaze is a bouquet that sighs
My Beauty waltzes uniquely for you
To Soothe your Blue
with the Sublime
You ease your mind
Because shes simply fine wine
And for the first time,
Your love feels at home
Because theres Something unique
In her sway,
A sweet Affinity
like youve both
Caressed with the diamonds
And golden flowers of Infinity
Where sweet love is free to really love
She loosens her velvet robe
With your every care
And tousles the honey of her hair
And for the first time
The Rose love WithIn you
Is really there
Youre together alone
away from the tumult and bustle
Your heartache melts
like the Winter snow
With her Exotic beautys honey flow
The luminosities of the Heavenly moon
Intimately aglow
Because theres Something sweet
In her gaze, her love like candles
Tenderly ablaze
Like you both have felt the same
Sweet kisses of the Evening rain
And sipped its stars loving champagne
WithIn the moonlit canopy
Of divine vineyard vines
She salsas like shes read
All of Neruda sonnets
And Love poems
and even some of your own
And your kindred love
Is deep as the moon is high
And sweet in the Midnights sky
Her Beauty waltzes with you
And your Love together alone
Is renovating romance and sighs
Because theres Something exquisite
In her sway,
you can love her forever and a day
She waltzes in The Midnights
Vineyard like a Salsa rose
Her robe upon the caress
of the fine wine vines
You sweetly kiss your loves
rose bouquets within her breast
Tender sweet in her pretty soul
Youve both never felt so Whole
Her hair in the vineyard breeze
Her iris stilletos upon her heels
With the Rose Gold of the Moon
Your love luminously WithIn there
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM UTC