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Vixen
by Poetic Java
I want red heels.
I want them 5" and shiny,
I want them with metal heel tips, I want to wear them
until I've worn the souls thin.
I want them open toed and ankle strapped,
so my legs look that much sexier in them.
I want to strut down the street
past the pizza place and the grocery store
with all those carts lined up outside,
past the UPS guy sitting in his truck
going over deliveries to be made, past the mailman
putting mail in our box and the box next to ours,
and the one next to that.
I want to strut with my hips wiggling, head held high
drawing attention to myself in my long sexy skirt.
I want to walk down the street
ignoring the awe-struck faces
of the construction guys eating lunch,
the guys on the court shooting hoops
and the married man getting into his car
who turns to whisper, "damn"
because I look so good.
I want those shoes bad. I want them now.
When I find them, I'll put those shoes
on my feet like I'm Cinderella dressing for the ball,
or the Diva making an acceptance speech
on somebody's stage. Yes. I'm a vixen
and I want to wear my red shoes
as I sashay through life like
I'm the Queen of England-
knowing that when I die,
they'll be burying me in them.
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