Spur Moment 1

She enters the room,
There is plastic and leather,
Fabric scraps, litter,
Her choosing requires bending,

Sliced pieces of long wool shred,
Perfect rounds of cotton softly,
Laid across her skin stretched,

Stiletto, jogging, slippers with bunnies,
Blue or green, flat or spiked,
The thing about her is all that matters,
Smooth skin presented,
Her short skirt hiked,

The wax adheres,
Tipped candles cry,
Their tears,
To delicate flesh, stretched,