Blessed be those heels and lace.

I watch you dance on those high heeled candy apple red pumps.

Thumping your way across the wooded floors of my mind. Red heels

tapping on the wood as if hammering in nails to secure my thoughts.

Your body is naked except your lace as you dance by candle light. The

shadows cast across the great room breathe life into the feral darkness.

Those hallowed taps each one marking your movement throughout my

house, move closer to me. I see you sway, twist, and turn in provocative

seduction as seduced I am. I see the frills and swirled circles of your

laced panties as those pumps dance in the surreal and I immerse myself

in the reality of the moment. You dance with the rhythm of the music and

your long hair flies as if to lift you high over me. Dancing in the dark of night

being applauded by moon and stars, your red candy colored spikes are

highlighted as it pleases audience you now have. I lay on my back watching

you dance across the night sky in your heels and lace. Falling stars trail

behind you as they chase my own dream. You look perfect dancing among

the angels in white adorned in just red. As the dawn breaks over my mind, the

sun ushers you home again and escorts you to my bed. I embrace your smile

as I watch you breathe as morning is here. Your skin is covered with millions

of shining stars as I touch your moon.  I feel your body heat and turn hot like

the sun that just brought you home.  You roll back the covers to reveal the

red of your lace. I see the sparkle of red by the  bed as your heels begin to

dance with the swaying of the love music we now make.

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