Twisted Body of a Sonnet

I hear her
foot falling, in heels of black.
She’s Striding
Coming down the darken hall,
Seeing her nothing of lack;
More filling
Leather torso with spilling
Ample bosom for delight,
legs in silk
Face as milk,
Vision that last into night
the passing
I hear footfalls as they go
quickly passed my door, I know,
Another voice
to her calls, she answers him
Still alone,
Alone as I was before.
Gloom 99

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