The Heels?

The Heels?

 

 

 

A simple elevation

not in status

but in stature and in spirit

 

they restore a long dormant

sway and movement to these idle hips

and rewind my mind

to once again remember

what it felt like to be a woman

 

 

Unless of course

you have a better way of reminding me

 

 

 

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

You are, as I've asserted so many times, rather wholesome, the-girl-next-door. That is, if you happen to live in a red light district.
The "heels" are guys who would remind you you're a woman by asking you to parallel park. Not me, of course.
Very much enjoyed your poetic sashaying around in heels; it definitely managed to remind me I'm still a man.

[LA Lorena]

LMAO! You Sir, are a priceless gem.

[Frieda P]

Ha, you are wickedly funny. Unless you come upon a real creep then they're always a good choice to smack someone over the head with. Just saying. ;-) Fun LA!

[LA Lorena]

A most astutue observation Ms Frieda! heels as weapons! I think that calls for its own poem!

[Frieda P]

Ha I'm supposed to be doing light & airy, you take over! ;-)

[LA Lorena]

I have too many shoe poems already. I may just switch it up and do an ode to lace panties next.

[Frieda P]

woooooooooooo, can't wait.

[Distant horizons]

:-)

:-)

and

:-)

[LA Lorena]

Glad you enjoyed my semi-serious and semi-frivolous train of thought.

[Distant horizons]

I did, manymegamuch :-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

LL naughty, naughty girl!
Nice, light piece describing something seemingly so ordinary in an extraordinary way.
You will have most of the guys lining up with suggestions lol

[LA Lorena]

LOL! I'm really not half as naughty as one would think. I just own an active imagination is all. Thanks for the words and the read.