The music's still on
Any minute now...

The air, scented with surpressed love and rivalry
Reeks of sex and drugs and a freshly tuned guitar
The door opens

Lips and hair
dyed permanently red
Walks with a dashing flair
and air
of flamboyant feather boas
and shiny, laced, knee-high boots

A smile like a feline
A hunter of peculiar race

An animal one monent
A reincarnated Wilde the next

I want to kneel before you
But your wicked, crooked smile, stops me in my haste
One heel pierce my knee

"Unlace"
you say.
I simply nod and obey.

Finished, I worship the boot off your skinny leg
I glance at you
You catch my face with long, slender fingers.

You steal my lips
my mouth
my tongue.

"I love you"
you whisper.
I stutter and whimper in your eyes embrace.

You hand me one black satin string from your shirt.

"Unlace"
you say.