Oh I love wearing stockings.
They make me feel wild and powerful.
And abundantly creative and life-giving.
And oddly… tall.
Which is strange because I am not tall in the least.
It’s like they were meant to be worn while towering over someone;
Before fixing to squat over a desperately thirsty face.
I will let you finish that errant thought…
Because I’m not sure I want to…
Or do I?
Maybe I will finish that thought…
Because some thoughts, fantasies, or whatever
Are way hotter when lusted after in secret.