The high heels of my Mistress
Standing in my bedroom doorway, very late at night, a vision in Black leather and high heels, my beautiful mistress in my sight
Then came that certain sound, it was like heaven knocking on my floor, the clicking of her high heels, no submissive could ask for more
I switched on my bedroom light, so I could see her in full view, dressed in leather, lace, stockings and high heels, dressed just how I dream of you
You move around my bedroom floor, my hungry eyes track you all the way, click, click go your heels, my mistress wants to play
You get close I dare to grab you quick, I pull you on my bed, I run my hands down your stockings taking care not to pull a thread
There are your Black patent High heels, with the metal tips, I run my hands on the shining leather, I brush them on my lips
Cold leather on my lips, you're a goddess in high heels, I kiss them to your ankles, you love the way it feels
Desired like the Queen you are, I pay my homage at your feet, bowing at your high heels, for a loyal Sub such as I, really is a treat
THE KINKY POET