Sighs of Naught

I have an amusing way of surprising even myself sometimes    
Having the tendency of stalking certain stiletto boots with eyes that roam
The kind that cradle thick phantom calves    
One pair in particular that late, humid, Texas bar night    
After lazily being grazed by Rapunzel brown curls    
     
I couldn't help but notice the uncharacteristicly way she wore leather in these parts    
And the glossy coquette of her gaze    
My own modest peek averting from potentially becoming exposed    
As I seemingly became nonchalant finishing my brew    
And drunkenly drifted off ignoring curious glimpses  
     
I soon found myself in daydreams    
Of flesh against poisonous lips    
Spreading the ecstasy of lustful plaque    
With garter belts manipulated as binds    
And the whispers of a mirrored moan embracing passion      
     
Just as I envisioned spoken desire,  
I heard the soft whimsical delight of a snicker    
And realized I was a gape vibe caught unconsciously gandering    
     
A smirk played across her lips and interest animated her features    
Panic shook my core as bewildered cheeks painted rose    
She stood as if she would approach    
So I then gracelessly stumbled away from my stool and headed for slightly unhinged doors    
     
I walked for hours in the streets of tired headlights till dawn    
Replaying her delicate sighs of naught    
Ashamed of foreign mutal attraction directed towards a woman
Petrified of the illusion metamorphosing into reality    
Yet an intoxicated grin remained plastered when I declined his arms upon returning home