Rugcutter (melissa)

not your average      
fuck me boots      
more of      
don't waste my fucking time boots      
that wrapped up to hair      
past a skirt      
that concealed skin;     
you have to earn      
to touch      
       
So I danced      
       
let loose, like life depended on it      
women like this need to see the sun shine      
and shine      
and shine      
with dangerously      
enticing consistency;      
   
to consider waxing moon      
       
I dusted off the lovelight        
and went all-in      
       
It was when I forget      
she was there      
that she grabbed my hand      
       
grooves grew deeper  
boots,  
got looser  
   
suprised      
that I hadn't yet kissed her,      
she stood up to nip the corner of my lip      
and on her way back down      
we circumnavigated every angle of soft      
with practiced mouths      
that saw the cliffs      
and walked to the edge,      
as we each dangled a leg over      
       
she knows how to walk        
in them boots      
slow, and velvet heavy      
       
       
       
       
woke up this morning      
with a text-message from her,      
didn't know she had my number      
       
looks like cut-rugs      
kissed-cliffs        
and boots;      
that assure that not a minute is wasted,      
awaits me