Sheena swore she'd ne’er slip,

Ne’er sink her soft soles in 

A steep sloped stiletto,

Neither ankle strap, nor strap back or spool.

After she'd slipped,  straddling her sleek legs

Across the smooth, glossy steps. Slim legs

Separated, like folds of skin

Slippery tossed by someone stupid.

Shell shocked eyes ogled, gawked, stared 

At Sheena’s slender sensuous waist 

Encased in shimmering scanties.

Sulking, stupefied Sheena swore galore:

She spat out her wrath, vent her spleen,

Stringing choicest sore swear words,

Shoving the shunned stiletto spikes

To spear those senseless scrutinising eyes.