Body of a Sonnet

I hear her foot fall,
Striding in heels of black.
Coming down the hall,
I’m taken quite aback;
Leather torso filling
Ample bosom spilling
Over for eyes delight,
Carried by legs in silk
Face white as milk,
Vision that last into the night
I hear the passing footfalls
As they go quickly passed my door,
Another voice to her calls,
Still alone as I was before.

Gloom 99

Twisting
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