Black Stockings

A cycle of poems «Your Lipstick's on My Shirt»

She walks in, a shadow's grace
Legs like moonlight, a hidden space
Black stockings, a whispered plea
A mystery, for you and me

Oh, black stockings, a siren's call
A touch of darkness, standing tall
A whisper of danger, a hint of sin
A secret desire, where do we begin?

The seams are smooth, the fabric fine
A glimpse of curves, a design
They cling and tease, a playful art
Capturing hearts, right from the start

Oh, black stockings, a siren's call
A touch of darkness, standing tall
A whisper of danger, a hint of sin
A secret desire, where do we begin?

They hide a story, untold and deep
Of passions burning, secrets to keep
A touch of rebellion, a woman's might
Shining bright, in the fading light

Oh, black stockings, a siren's call
A touch of darkness, standing tall
A whisper of danger, a hint of sin
A secret desire, where do we begin?

Black stockings, a timeless art
A spark that ignites, a brand new start
A touch of magic, a whispered plea
Black stockings, eternally.