You walk in and out of the room
in those sharp toed, high heeled boots
you say hurt your feet so much, I want to ask why you wear them to work
but honestly, I don’t want you to stop.
God, they are just so hot on women like you,
I would rub your feet every night in exchange for the turn on.
The sound of you coming in them, makes me hold my breath
and fail at every attempt to appear casual upon arrival.
We haven’t known each other long, but I swear,
you know what I like
and exactly how to capitalize from all the places I am weak.
You wear the shit out of those tight jeans
and lean ever so slightly forward in that low cut blouse,
you hold my eyes hostage and make me swallow like I am drinking without a glass.
Put on just that touch of eye shadow
over your perfectly shaped brow
then aim those big gorgeous, blue eyes at mine
like a target you’re sizing to be stuffed and mounted,
I’ll take measurements of my head then hang the nail.
Call it favoritism, call it bias, call it preference,
nobody is without err.
Blame it on my guy brain, name it my Achilles heel,
just give me what I need.
And that is you, in your business casuals
and plain pouting lips, easily turned to a smile
as soon as I speak.
Swing those hips that gave somebody life
every time you strut in and out of my mind
and I will give my knees to the ground
like skin donated in place of concrete that hasn’t dried.
Look me in the eyes and blink in slow motion,
then help yourself to anything I own
like something disposed of on public property or an open candy bowl.
Tell me, has anybody ever taken care of you baby?
I’m not a man, but I can.
I could make you feel more loved than anybody else you’ve ever been with,
more appreciated than any male you’ve ever given your body to
in the interest of common practice.
Put your hair up in that band you wear around your wrist
and then take it back down,
running your hands through it like a comb
so I can smell your shampoo across the room.
For just that moment I feel drunk without any legitimate ingestion,
But, God damn if I am not under the influence
as if the gesture was 150 proof.
You do it more than once
and I am in love at every sight, secretly sighing…..
“Oh baby, you know what I like”.
You walk in and out of the room
in those sexy ass boots
that drive me crazy but hurts you every step of the way,
it makes me wonder if it’s always been your style
to suffer for the greater good.
But, I won’t dare ask, because selfishly,
I don’t want you to stop.
God, they are just so………hot.
I don’t even care if you are wearing them for me or not.
It would be nice, but overall no,
it needn’t be for me.
If it’s just what makes you feel like a woman,
if it’s the only thing that makes you feel like the center of attention
all I can say is you’ve got mine.
Call me shallow, call me soft.
I will plead guilty of objectifying and being pliable then refuse my right to counsel.
Walk all over me in those heels until my back is more blood than bone,
you are my kryptonite
and oh baby, you know what I like. _________________ shemovesme.wordpress.com
Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:14 am
Moonshine
Joined: 16 Jan 2008
Posts: 470
Wow Brach this is the best piece of yours I've ever read - its simply stunning. The line "and I will give my knees to the ground" is truly awesome but of course I could have picked so many others...
What a piece!
Fabulous indeed
Moonie xxx _________________
For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. --Leonardo da Vinci--
Fri Nov 27, 2009 7:45 pm
MysteryGirl Moderators
Joined: 02 Jun 2007
Posts: 3419
Location: I come from a land downunder
Damn it, Moonie beat me to it and used my words! so many unreal lines but maybe for me it was
then aim those big gorgeous, blue eyes at mine
like a target you’re sizing to be stuffed and mounted,
I’ll take measurements of my head then hang the nail.
I've stood there with that hammer in my hands before.
OMG Brach, you have NAILED it with this piece, a word picture extrordinaire, I can damn well see her myself and I found I was holding my breath as she did the thing with her hair
Between this and ae's Fucking Liars which I can't stop revisiting I think I'm gonna be stuck in the Poetry Boards for a loooong time today.
HugZ, MG _________________ Be yourself.............everybody else is taken!
Sat Nov 28, 2009 12:53 am
Kewl
Joined: 17 Aug 2006
Posts: 305
Brach,
Incredible piece!
I've felt this way . Currently seeing someone who makes me draw inward as she casts those glances.. I exhange with a glance of my own and a devious grin leaving her to wonder . The journey is what always get's us to our destination, and sometimes there's quite a bit of panting to go along with . *S*
Kewl/Argo _________________ ...~paving the way to freedom because not all roads are straight and narrow !~ Kewl
Sat Nov 28, 2009 2:31 pm
Jules
Joined: 22 Feb 2005
Posts: 904
Location: Home
seeking out more of your writing...I like your style _________________ Never again
Wed May 26, 2010 10:48 pm
MysteryGirl Moderators
Joined: 02 Jun 2007
Posts: 3419
Location: I come from a land downunder
Bumping this to the top of the pile again cause I damn well feel like it and it damn well deserves it.
Hot, hot, hot, Brach, even better the second time around.
HugX< MG _________________ Be yourself.............everybody else is taken!
Sun May 29, 2011 10:25 am
brachingritualz
Joined: 31 Mar 2007
Posts: 248
Thanks for the booster MG _________________ shemovesme.wordpress.com
Sun May 29, 2011 1:22 pm
smart_cookie
Joined: 12 Aug 2006
Posts: 2310
Location: USA
Trust me, The Big Bopper never said it so well. I just love this. Especially:
"Swing those hips that gave somebody life
every time you strut in and out of my mind
and I will give my knees to the ground
like skin donated in place of concrete that hasn’t dried.
Look me in the eyes and blink in slow motion,
then help yourself to anything I own
like something disposed of on public property or an open candy bowl."
I hope your femme fatale knows how you feel, Supergirl.
Sat Jun 11, 2011 9:17 am
ae
Joined: 17 Sep 2006
Posts: 1025
Location: that tragic backwater, the gulf coast of florida
I went to find my comment on this, cuz I remembered the poem so well, I wondered what I'd said when it first came out, but I scrolled down, and there was none!
How is that even possible?
It was another of those arching accomplishments of describing what is so painfully known to most of us, but in such a way as to make it seem that you alone have owned that suffering.
I love that about you.
ae _________________ -
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"...a soul that wakes up to find itself wandering, unwanted, between the spheres."
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