Still-at-toes

Freed from the frenzy,guile of freedom and extroversion, the exposed soft vellum that were just so getting used to the silken pain,the cutis still pink from the jostle, the tarsus yet arched...

Glistening red varnish accentuating the perfect curve,defining the attitude as if its the rush of blood down there to survive.Filed to perfection, an iota away from the kill,just enough to hurt it right...

Stilts stretched out to perfection, away from the envious stares...nets making hues, fishing for bold moves...calves at ease,having shadows running wild on the cold limbs...

A suffering so longed, a bruised encounter so cherished, a feeling of intimidation so missed, a pedestal awaiting...making me go back to wearing my heels again...