A blank, pert canvass,
Save for that studded collar
And….. striking tattoo.
Pink rose petals surround
Two bold boots, alone
In the spotlight; calling?
Ballet tights envelop
Strong, thick legs,
Pumps slide on
Studded black cuffs,
Challenge.
A gimp mask and white pants
Complete the arrayal.
A horny prince scampers,
Strikes a pose.
The boots remain,
Silent but calling.
Flat against the wall
Posing like some punter
In a basement bar,
Graceful but desiring.
No less, and
No more masculine.
A man torn for
A moment of freedom.
Boots on, tights off
Tights on, boots off
All off
He falls, and rises
And rolls, sweats sheen
Smears, as
Crawling, naked,
The leather boots
Are licked.
Moistened, left
Glistening like,
An obsidian cock.