contemplativeThe poem “Cinch the Fit” was inspired by my love of thigh enclosing accoutrements.
Cinch the Fit
Pull the laces to cinch the fit
winding upward to constrain
twisting lines through eyelet space
the sinuous feeds carnal tastes
like a serpent from the book
with forked tongue that taps pure lust
whispering that the footwear holds
limbs enveloped for beauty’s sake
this second skin on the thigh
cool to touch, enclosing heat
leather cast in midnight black
I’m led astray to desire’s path
with a promise of the enthralled
pressing tightly around a limb
sight unseen still taunting me
driving want to the extreme
some look upward, I look down
wrapping round the perfect calf
I’ll ask no more to satisfy
this inclination for boot wear.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190104.
