This is not about sex, he assured me
We would be friends if we were two women
You are right, I agreed, this is not about sex
We are two people with similar interests
And sex does not enter the picture
That was just before he asked me if
I might still have the purple heels
The ones he wanted me to wear with nothing else
To walk over him while he looked up at heaven
To run those sharp heels up his spine
While he tingled with anticipation
His voice had dropped to low hum
And I trembled at the feel of it across my body
Baby, I said, with a catch in my voice
I’m so glad we are about more than sex
And I want you to always be my friend
But lets not ever forget the purple heels