raking maple leaves off the sidewalk

Stilleto strapped and mascara laden scanty words
Provocatively stick out their scarlet tongues And
gyrate to the swinging beat of my undecided
desires. They
tease and entertain but
leave As fleetingly as they arrive.Ever-Ready to
straddle yet another lap,
Whisper lacy vowels to another
ear And devour desires
Lavishly and lasciviously As
you do.

I must not let these

satin sheets
sheath me from reality but it is too
easy to
go down in those dense Indian ink eyes and
precariously cavernous lips.That
smooth tongue that exhales
longing goodbyes and butters
necks ever too often.

I must not
Fall for your

Glittered, glazed
Gravity.