High Heels

The orchestra played its sinuous symphony,
A flurry of sensuous moves,
The music was addictively absorbing,
But I only had eyes for your shoes.
Your legs coiled with mischievous intent,
The leather a supple black,
The heels so long and pointed,
I long for them on my back.
They rested with anxious energy,
Moving in deliberative welts,
They embodied your femininity,
And caused my heart to melt.
All those around you were conservative,
Wearing sensible foot attire,
Yours with their rakish angles,
Set my blood on fire.
But now I am away from you,
The music I cannot see,
But your heels are always here,
Forefront in my memory.

No, I'm not kinky. But I did notice her shoes. We went to a concert last night and in the orchestra was a violinist who was wearing these pointy high heels, when all of those around her were wearing far more conservative footwear. I took my surprise and twisted it into an obsession.