thigh high boots are so dangerous.
you might have bought them in the name of fashion
but no one else will view them that way.
you can wear them with the most minimal dress, long sleeved and high necked, wrap yourself in a coat
and the furtive glances as you go about your day will flash to those boots.
a well dressed man on the corner will whisper his desire to lick them and kneel worshiping you.
a couple will stare and stare whispering, until the woman , urged on by her husband will gather the courage to tell you that..’ they love your boots’
and you will slowly stare back at her, which will send her scurrying back to her husband who is shifting nervously from foot to foot.
and at the close of the day, you return home
to your lover’s embrace.
who slips your coat from your shoulders
unzips the minimalist dress as it falls to the floor
as he wends his way around your body to whisper..
those boots, leave them on..
sometimestoo many times in life we are our own worst enemy.
how many times have you had the chance for something in life and didn’t take it?
how many times did self doubt or procrastination win out?
I spoke with a friend the other night who professed the desire, that if life could be lived over, the chosen career path would have been architectural design.
I asked why not now? do it. become it. learn it.
My friend replied that school and studying was not a desired option.
But if not now…when????
Another friend said that they have the desire to write, but haven’t even taken a pen to paper.
Procrastination. Wasting a genuine talent.
My Mom in her wisdom gave the best piece of advice I have ever heard.
" Make decisions in life, before they are made for you. "
So in that same vein…” take those chances when offered…lest they slip like sand between your fingers.”
Life is so short. Live it…Really live it.
thoughts of him
the doorknob turns.
her breath catches…