boots.

i like
your
boots.

your boots
are
black

(power).

your boots
are heavy leather
black metal
punk rocker

cigar in the corner of your mouth

boots.

i want to worship

your  boots.

with my tongue,
trailing supple leather
sweeter than a lover’s skin

(boots)

with my hands,
stroking dead flesh
[i’m a necrophiliac]

boots.

if i were
blessed
with the privilege

of worshipping
your boots,

i think i might cum
all over myself.

mm.
boots.

punk rocker
black metal
heavy leather boots.

goth boots.

soldier at attention (hard) boots.

sex boots.
stomping tattoos into my  face boots.

i’ll wear them
as a badge of honor.

mm. boots.

i like
your boots.

i’m gonna steal
your boots–

but only if your feet come with them.

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One comment

  1. Nice poem there… Though its morbid. lol. I am an aspiring poet and I am amazed how you used boots as an inspiration in a poem. I searched for the word boots for my research and your poem goes first in the wordpress. good job! More power to you and I hope you keep improving.

    Regards,

    -Kris-

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