Heels

I could walk miles across your heart,

if you would let me...

Skipping lightly, tiptoeing like whispers in your ear.

I would make sure I didn't mis-step

and cause you pain with my stiletto heels

though to some pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain.

Toenails polished a fuck me red

might incite a riot of blood rushing through veins.

I could walk miles across your heart,

if you would let me...

but I would rather run naked through your mind,

black high heels tapping out decadence.