She walked in those boots
knee-high black leather,

bronze buckles, steep heels
accentuating that ass

skirt short, flowing, deep blue
her smooth caramel skin
a segue between
the soft sheer satin
and crisp glossy hide

small waist where her curls reached

loose, dark curls - arrayed from above

the locks moved in rhythm

with sharp hip sways

from side to side

as her lean gams advanced

alternating with each other

I follow her; I want her.

Entranced more with each step,

I watch her every movement

the flick of her hand

her simmering black hair

the sway of her body

her magic appeal

I need to step forward,

get to it 

grab her wrist, throw her - 

with force, with passion

against the hard wall

cold, damp, dimly lit

the ally corridor

 - secluded - 

have her

have her now!

my glance snaps sideways

the emphatic metal clash

down the roadway

cans of garbage knocked over

drunk punks walking home

fuck them! this distraction

she's vanished in the dark

not down this ally

nor the next

too dark too tell now

I'll head home for the night

 - try my hand tomorrow - 

use this time to plan the kill

to own those dark luscious curls