Black Stilettos

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. 

Esmeralda

2009

I tempted you with my words
hands playing on your bare skin
caressing your firm breasts.
You lying on my bed, moans
escaping our mouths. Me looking
into your eyes, you looking into mine.