Stiletoes (a poem)

My addiction, wears stilettos, I swear,
daring me back to promises softly made
Something so erotic and sexy, in her stare.
from an encounter that will never fade.

Hot and sweet, she claims me.
This time, it will be - If we meet
And I am fantasizing too In my head
Conversations, that never misled

I remember them romantically, said
And moments that passed
They brought me back from the dead
The truth is where she took me to

I recall now only with dread
Missing days and hours
Love, so far from my bed
All I have left of her

Is this trickery
She whispers
In my head.

(For Maxie) l