Wrecking Ball in Heels
She walked in wearing heels that cracked the floor like gunshots,
every head turned at the sound before the sight arrived,
and when the sight got there it hit like weather,
a storm front wrapped in leather, barely surviving
Her mouth was painted dark and when she smiled
it wasn’t warmth—it was the grin before the wreck,
she scanned the room the way a hawk surveys the field
and I felt her gaze land hot and sharp against my neck
Wrecking ball in heels, she tears through everything,
leaves men in pieces, scattered wide and wondering,
I know the damage she has done, I’ve seen the proof,
wrecking ball in heels and I’m standing on the roof
She pressed her palm against my chest and pushed me backward,
slow and firm, her fingers splayed across my shirt,
until my shoulders hit the wall and she was close enough
for me to feel the heat of her pressed into my dirt
Her thigh slid between my legs, one hand pinning me,
the other tracing down my jaw like drawing lines
through everything I thought I knew about control—
wrecking ball in heels, and I’m reading all the signs
She leaned in close and bit my earlobe, whispering,
her breath so hot it fogged my thinking at the source,
and I would let her flatten everything I’ve built,
wrecking ball in heels, and I’m begging for the force