Allow me to consider boots
that accessory that fits the foot
beginning where the others start
moving on to higher realms
with a heel or lacking same
it's the height that brings the bling
no matter the material's type
exaltation is the game
not demur like other shoes
the practical is job one
protecting feet from the world
I put this aside in lurid thoughts
extending from the floor to knee
when the sexy is fully seen
don't stop until the joint is met
by the top of the bootleg
the calves will have another day
to strut their stuff on full display
at this moment they concede
the need to prance a fetish theme
now my thoughts have arrived
at the point where I may not lie
adoration of the footwear
is predilection I now share.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20181221.
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