2011
They’re black as night.
I put them and become something new.
The one you’d wish you have
the one you wish you could
hold hands with.
Your dirty fantasies
where you lay your head.
The succubus
who leaves you breathless
the girl you cum to
the one you desire
when I transforms
into my black stilettos.
— To’Wednesday Sibley, Black Stilettos
It’s an old poem I thought I’d share. By the way, Day/ To’Wednesday
are the same entities, one is my pen name the other is my real one.
