Nylon Stockings
NYLON STOCKINGS Magic material Concealing, yet Revealing Turn pretty toes into Velvet soft cat-feet Eyes travel up Past hem lines Into mystery Where thighs meet The stockings are smooth And soft to touch Why can't looking be enough Or touch them while they are on another? Why must I want to share In this feminine ritual? I am addicted A prisoner held in silk bondage I will never be free Until I die My craving gets worse every day My body now in agony My mind broken I...