by Derek Adams
(12/03/03)

The sheer stockings dark
bounding line and above, the
suspense of white thigh.

Black patent leather,
a four inch heel that presses
into soft white skin.

The way you were taut
body bending like a bow,
hands and feet cuffed.

Eyes closed, face captured
upraised, as if in rapture
as I anoint thee.

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