(another racy, love poem for Adrienne)
_____ by Rebecca Strait

I bought a pair of boots
today at the mall
my first, high class, black leather
boots with the three-inch thick heels,
the leather boots that stretch
all the way up my honey-colored calf
hugging closely and tightly,
aggressively and hard, up against
my merciful skin.....

I think of you in my boots,
my head held upright and high,
as I strut down broadway
a light, cool, ginger breeze
sweeping gracefully
under my lengthy red skirt, courting
and titillating my fiery, hot clit
that reminisces and, often times, thinks of you....

I wear my boots in my white, silk
satin lace panties
at my writer's desk in the living room
as I type, edit, and leaf through
age old manuscripts, documents from my past.....

I remind myself that I am cumming
into my own sense of acceptance, confident
in the choice that I have made
to no longer live
a life of regrets
a life of hiding
a life of illusions.....

I read erotic poetry in my black leather boots--
black, lesbian erotic poetry and prose
where womyn gobble up other women's clit's,
tease the soft, firm brown nipples
and probe tiny, slippery, wet fingers
into a pussy
that is so sweet, serene, noble, and true...

I think of you in my boots
in some uppity, high-class white restaurant
as the sounds of chilled wine glasses
cling behind me
and faint whispers echo into laughs.....

I think of you under this decorative glass table
with the white cloth, the tall, flaming red candle
and my tasty delicatassen just in front me.
I picture you in your g-string
your bare ass and chest exposed
crawling towards me, your mouth hungry
and thirsty for my juices......

I take a sip of my merlot from the glass
shaped as fine and as perfect
as your body's curves.
I spread my legs apart granting you entrance,
granting you permission
to taste
to consume
to devour
to quench the desire.....

You admire my boots, the black leather
hugging up against my brown skin
meeting the likes of my knees,
my upper and inner thighs, spread open wide
waiting to receive....

You tell me that you like it, the smell,
how good I look in the black leather boots
sitting in this uppity white restaurant
in a skirt that you hike up around my waist
to expose my black, crotchless panties.....

My feet are supplanted firmly and wide apart
in the black leather boots when you insert
one racy finger, and then two, into my throbbbing
pussy just before leaning in close
to coast your tongue up and down
my clit that is beginning to swell with passion....

You say, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....baby, I am really diggin'
these boots that you have on," as I gesture
to get a good grip
on the edge of my seat as you start to suck
softer and then harder and then fast.
I tell you, "Yesssss........baby, I like them too"
as I squeeze my now gyrating hips
around your smooth, rugged pink tongue.

I say, "I bought them for you baby, because I
wanted this moment to come true," and you just say
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm......." again, exhaling, inhaling,
and licking all around and over my sweet love.....

Your fingers dive and dig deeper into my pussy
as you kneel, on all fours, wedged between
the black leather boots, gobbling and soaping up
the syrupy, wet rain that drips and dribbles down your chin....

And here I am, trembling in my seat
my thighs beginning to give way, to spasm and to quiver,
as I cum hard, scream, and grip my fingers
through your soft, natural hair
and tell you that the purchase I made today
with the funds from our bank account
was well deserved
and, as you know it, right on time..............

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