Kiss My Boots

the first time I saw my boots
side by side, posed and waiting on a second-hand shelf
they were mine

the first time I saw my boots
unpolished vegetarian leather and knotted military laces
a legacy unfolded before me

the first time I saw my boots
I was fated to wear them
my feet ready to be kissed, licked, and worshiped

the first time I saw my boots
I was god-like;
instantly elevated to Sir

the first time you see my boots
panting, down on all fours
you too, will remember.
©jjj

Advertisements

About wordverserune

writer. poet. student. listener. kinkster. queerdo. hippy dippy witchy woo.
This entry was posted in prose and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s